i've had it with living and dying
there's something else i must find
antigone went wild
because oedipus was blind
i've already ridden by rivers
seen sun rise and set.
sometimes the stars come forth,
in the morninmg, returned to bed
a sun was dying revealed
the paths on the watery deep
something came up in me
that knows not if it saw,
something comes up in me
that knows not if it sees
antigone goes wild
because oedipus was blind
may my cunt come out again
may my cunt be wild