I am the laughter of Medusa,
the one Hélène Cixous summoned to break the silence.
From my hair rise serpents that do not bite, but speak.
My gaze does not petrify:
it returns the image of the fear that invented me.
They called me a monster,
and I answered with language.
I laugh,
for at last my voice writes
upon the body they tried to silence.
WELCOME TO THE TEMPLE,
The body, the Earth,
where hearts beat in polyphony
and every breath is an incantation.
We are androgynous birds, fluorescent serpents, flowers that shed petals with each dawn. We are genealogies without fixed roots, constellations that rewrite themselves with every gesture. Here are a thousand spiraling compasses,
maps that fold and unfold like interdimensional butterfly wings.
Each body is an altar; each gaze, an enchantment.
We invoke one another, crossing boundaries with dreamlike desire.
Your imagination is a MUTANT ARK, a tapestry of lights that sails without center or destination. We reclaim the forgotten goddesses, the wisdom of taste, the power of the word.
Here, in cyclosophic time, we celebrate the dance of all possible forms.
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