i am the invisible woman, watch me as I go, Always in motion, never progressing, Slip, sweep, skirr, scuttle— wretched spirit, that I am. By workman’s hands, this world was made, In invisible darkness, bodies were made whole, Sliding, gripping, breathless, gaping, Soul-stirring, operation of simultaneous propulsion. A state of unpredictable change, built upon the horns of dilemma. Between the devil and the deep blue sea, worked in, By unusual sympathy, a threat to familial patrimony, Which ought to remain constitutive of its unity. Extraneous-paradox, a clog-dance, occurring in turns. A cyclical alternative, two non-periodic orbits entrapped, By neighbourhood, representing a similar topological form, An unsystematic approach, commonly referred to as systematic organization, known consistently to yield inconsistent results. i am the invisible woman, watch me as I go, Always in motion, never progressing, Slip, sweep, skirr, scuttle— wretched spirit, that I am.
