You go through a witch’s house
You go through a witch’s house
What is all this shit
Why does she need dried flowers and candles
And all this fabric
What is all this junk for
Fucking magic
You don’t understand that the beauty is the magic
You talk about spells and incantations and potions
You can’t see that the beauty is the power behind it all
You try to recreate it in sterile, emotionless rooms
Beeping and machines
Cords and blinking lights
You don’t know what healing really is
You write textbooks, neatly bound
You don’t appreciate the notes on scraps of paper
You can’t see that the truth was written down from love from faith from power
You write from fear
You aim to control
Fight against the virus
You know deep down that you can’t win
But you can’t let that come out
So you rally more and more to your side
Mob rule
Prescription commercials
Cancer marathons
Why long hair
Why messy
Why wild
Dangerous
Unpredictable
Uncontrollable
Life is uncontrollable
Or did you forget that you aren’t the creator
You pretend to understand
You get up on stages, stand behind podiums and wave your hands with fake confidence
Working so hard to convince
If it was truth you shouldn’t need to argue about it
The trees are in our way
These weeds, get them out of here
Wild as an insult
To mean not yet fixed
Sinner is not yet fixed
Sinner is wild
The one who is out of your control
Unbeliever
Not yet a convert
Women are all of it
Women are witches
The most to be tamed
The most to be controlled
Killed even
You’ll go that far
Because uncontrolled beauty is threatening to you
Non-conformers even worse
You’re so upset when people surpass definition because then you have no place to start your argument
No plan of attack
I can see you twisting yourself into knots
Resorting to rage because you have nothing left
Seeking pity because victimhood is your last defense
You would rather destroy someone (thousands, millions) than admit that you were wrong?
That’s really how far you’re willing to go?
Even your own kids.
Why? Why is it that scary?
It’s that scary to call into question your beliefs?
If the book isn’t what you said it was, you’ll be embarrassed….Ok?
But your pride is the only thing you’ve ever owned
It’s the only thing that’s gotten you anything
You sold your soul to it
Baptized in the name of being right all the time
Saved from apologizing ever again
Beauty is always shifting
Movement
To be alive is to move, to grow
Why we went right back to being together in person even when the internet is more convenient
If you are seeking beauty you have to see things in motion
A picture- even a video- is not the same as an experience
Curves and messy and ever changing
Unpredictable, surprising
Beauty beauty beauty
The Goddess, The Earth
reflections of truth
Soft skin and lines
And shaking and laughing and dancing
Crying but with openness (not cramped sorrow)
Winter, bleeding with a dark sky
Letting go
How fucking magical