I’m waiting on a sharper wind to blow I feel the onset of a Mood Indigo Big storm beckonin’ Gettin’ in tune with the Dark Feminine Hear talk of a python, eyes of a woman Ragin’ river hips, belongs to no one I can see myself, alone in feathered gown, Quicksand to my cypress knees while the sun beats up the ground ——— Oh what am I drowning in? Where is land? The Moon is in Pisces, My heart in my hands… Wait and see if the yoke of me Looks anything at all like the Ooze…