Tell me your secret. The scent behind your divinity. The taste of your passion. Tell me things about you. What depths did you inhabit for these millenniums? What your favorite technique for love, for liberation? Why do you sound like freedom ring? How do you sing like liberty? I learned of you from astrology, from ancient textbooks, from Nostradamus. I heard about you from my demented neighbor. She spoke of witches and magic. Of cosmological women, that’s what she called them. Afros of stars and dark matter. Smiles with the gravitation of black holes. And I think she was talking about you.