For The Feminine

Let loose your hair in this lair of lost longing
Of desires so old the dust has taken hold and dank mold can't be banished by bleach
Only sheets and sheets of tears will tear down these walls of unmet needs
Only necessary evils are bred in this house of steeds
And pregnant mares and moose with fuzz on those antlers
Yes this is the answer to all your many questions
It's really so simple just breathe into this

Just breathe into this

The human race is racing toward the end and it's called Spiritual Existence
It's our nature to die and be reborn
It's our nature to drink deeply from the horn
The cornucopia of fruity flavors from the table of our banquet
From the victors of the vanquished
Squeeze the baby it goes "Squish"

And the rollin' tumble feelings fumbled heartbreaks still stumble
And still you feel all this
Still you fill your vessel with malcontent
Still you bring to my chambers your anger and frustration over unrequited love and lost affections
When the hand that dealt your demise was indeed your own
The stones you've thrown have come back to your throne
And your glass walls come crashing
And maybe that's what you asked for in the first place
Maybe that's what you wanted all along
You sang your siren's song of transformation
You called in a ranger to your manifest station
And when he set your house ablaze you raised the roof in celebration
Then blamed him.

And so it is.
Can you sit with this?