O super girl

Thought I’d be what my mother always wanted: an heroic vigilante

So like super girl on an acid trip, my mind pierces into the universe,

To find the key lies neath encapsulation and spectacle spectacular

And in meaning, the only driven purpose, a maddening desire, to curl

Upon your beating breast, and retire, blessed, wherein the universe

Opens and closes its favours and softens into your whims – Lois! Surrendered