No singularity defines her and she is bound by no laws.
She dances to the wind with the grasses and trees.
She is starlight and nothing physical or meta will bind her. She is not a chocolate to be unwrapped, a body to be undressed. She is sunshine and unspoken words. Nameless as a breath, but just as vital.
She is stormy, a fierce water wide and strong. She calls tempest or she calls calm.
She is purpose and purposeful.
She resides beside a hateful void of pitch and ire. She holds the key to Pandora’s box which was originally broke ope by Adam. She has condemned Adam.
She is judge, jury and life giver. Life bringer. She wields only arrows of Truth.
She plays and toys and laughs a tune. She takes it in stride. She calls Death to play the serious role and she chooses Life.
She is unearthly though of this earth. She is not the rose of June.
She is yearning. She is desire. She is in spite of man’s folly. She is in spite of disaster.
She is timeless and truth. Truth beauty.