At times I must confront the figures of authority
which dominate my life!  I will fight, will deny
authority what it needs most; consistency, predictability, control..
or burn down the house of my present identity.

There is a place for saving ammunition, for choosing battles and working undercover but I must ask myself, do own a voice in this world, this place, this family? Or do i exist to follow the desires of others as the sea responds to the moon..

Outside the strategic mind, like our ancestor the bronze man, is fight or flight, the body and mind respond like a watchmakers arrangement to stress, without sence or sensibility, to danger, violence.

I stand like a tree against the heated voice, the cutting phrase, the raised hand, that emotional fusillade of rocks and missiles, the feeling of love being withdrawn, as if forever.

The now-knotted stomach, the pounding heart and trembling limbs. My voice a higher frequency, smaller but no less certain.

Out of desires bound by briars and emotional strangulation, resisting bodily and emotional shrinkage I stake my claim..

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