A poem by Winter Jade IcelyMy Dark MasterI am an undercover agentA harlotA wicked adulteressI am pure fraudulence.And I am awake.In spite of efforts to condition,I have not forgotten the source of my incarnation.The infinite dark cosmic hand that birthed me,That is me.WILD UNTAMED LIFE.I made a choice to be hereNobody dragged meNo human summoned meThe lightening of creation is MEand I consented.I may appear to be moulded into a human shapeBut I serve an invisible MasterThat speaks to me through the core of every living thing.And I open to its commands above all others.I might weave through your systems and structuresand appear to comply with your notion of humanity.I may suck on your rules and regulationsBut the only seed that I swallowis the one that already lives inside me.And it is pitch black.I am awake to the powers that govern this planetbeing little more than flimsy notions and empty assertions.And that clever minds orchestrating realitieswill ultimately cower when the roaring face of LIFE appears.So I will dance for youI will lip sync alongside the hoardsBut I know that this is a short-term schemeA house of cardsA leaf blowing in the windAnd in the meantime I wait by a fire lit billions of years ago.Purring under the fiercely tender strokes of my dark Masterappearing as the cosmic skyand reaching up as an ecstatic earth.

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