Queen of Disguises

I wear the mask of Africa!

My name is whispered Mystery.

My face is storm, tornado, hurricane,

dark moon embraced

by hope, My horns.

I paint My mask in menstrual blood,

the universe My laughing mouth,

the universe My whirling hips,

scattering silver stars like rain

across My faceless mask of night.

My lightning hides beneath My tongue.

A river runs across My face.

I wear ancestral flying cloth:

the ever-living oracle.

I wear the mask of many tongues.

I wear the mask of many eyes.

I wear the mask of every skull.

I wear the face of every soul.

Your every fear is mask for Me

and every mirror shows My face.

No one but I shall wear the mask.

With Truth I tear their masks away!

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018