Sitting in the sunlight

Envy, waves and beads

Hit and hear up my face.

the joy of knowing is a warm sun inside my belly.

The head is cold and rationality

a blue finch flying fast.

Knowledge enters each day through my senses

To sleep in my soft female belly.

Knowing is power,

Knowing is sorted in the chubby tissue.

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