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This woman is Athena, this woman is Medusa
No longer the vehicle of her male counterpart, she is armed and militant
Yet in no way a reflection of the stolid directness
The frank simplicity, the violent impotence of the masculine savage
Compulsion recast as understanding, constraint recast as protection
This woman is Goldman, this woman is Constantine
Water poured over thick black lines
Stay here, breathe here
One shape is no shape
A mist to obscure the lines you've drawn
Stay here, breathe here
Flow out
Moist breath on hot tissue
Flow out
Breathe here, flow out
