My dearest woman,

Which of the virgins do you aspire to be? 

 

The first or seventeenth?

Of whose death?

Of whose child?

In whose world?

This or the next?

And to what end?

 

All the same colour blood inside

All with the capacity to love and heal 

All with the gift of loving unconditionally

 

To what life?

To what world?

To what end? 


Will it give us all any peace?

 

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