Woman:
the chef-d'oeuvre held tight by strings and staples;
the diva voice a flash from fracture;
the dancer on a stage of foam.
Woman, whose force directs,
constructs, collapses realms;
whose force is painted on,
who guiles by artifice.
Woman, whose might is but
a flash of a flash
of a flash in time.
Age wearies man
but crushes the feminine.
Woman:
she knows we know she knows.
Woman,
I covet you
and pity you
with equal zealotry.
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