my dark master

I am an undercover agent

A harlot

A wicked adulteress

I am pure fraudulence.

And I am here

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 here

No-one dragged me

No human summoned me

The lightening of creation is ME

and I consented.

I may appear to be moulded into a human form

But I serve a formless Master

That speaks to me through the core of every living thing.

And I open to its commands above all others.

I might navigate your systems and structures

and appear to comply with your notions of humanity.

I may suck on your rules and regulations

But the only seed that I swallow

is the one that already lives inside me.

And it is pitch black.

I am awake to the powers that govern this planet

being little more than flimsy notions and empty assertions.

And that clever minds orchestrating realities

will ultimately cower when the roaring face of LIFE appears.

So I will dance for you

and lift my skirt

I will wear my face mask

and pay my taxes

But I know that this is a short-term scheme

A house of cards

A leaf blowing in the wind

And in the meantime I wait by a fire lit billions of years ago.

Purring under the fiercely tender strokes of my Dark Master

appearing as the cosmic sky

and reaching up as an ecstatic earth.