I am adventure keeping clear its eye
I am women who are shining forth with language
I am death beautiful in your hand as a lyre bird plumage
I am the subterranean passage that
gathers a wealth of eyelids fiercer than caterpilars
I am the vigorous night bloody killing a speed of pure organisms
I am the hive for bee-like stars stringing the sky of brightest glow
And the sound of my heels fills up the space and
For having insulted my God
For having bemoaned my Fate
For having shouted calls at my Love
For having entreated Wolf and Jackal
My rebellion stands.