I dig my tail bone into a rock so abrupt I almost lose my balance. The water reflects upon my troubled skin in the biting liquid stream. Behind me are a thousand men's feet slowly approaching the copper bed of leaves that outline my heedful perch. The delicate petal like limbs of a female, must burrow beneath a culture of blindness. What do we preach, but to shackle our bodies away? We've created monsters, to shun the goddess.