I walk barefeet.
To distinguish between terrains; those that buoyant & thorn me. Because my sight blinds me. Whilst I flutter towards the sweet scent of the poison ivy. And descend to deaf at a nightingale’s euphony. I am a woman lost in her own clothes. So I remove these rags of silk and gold. And travel the hidden mounts and valleys. of this body.
i am journeying barefoot
Begum Jan has retired to identify herself. the chancery court of equity has permitted her acquittal. i whisper to myself ‘sweet love, you are free at last’.
current state: journey, dance,… et al
Begum, Whence comest thou? And now whereto?
What journey blinds of feats divine?
And un-learns her not the travesty of time?
Through dance she tongues the forbidden wine,
And creates a swivel enchantment off a poetic mind.