She stood on the fringes, Afraid to take a step forward. For she knew that if she does, she will tread the land of aberration. Madness of the matriarchs of her house who shun voices of dissent, to the constructive hands of a woman, to the tongues and lips of souls which proclaim festivity of absurdity. She had seen her mother celebrate lunacy She had heard her laughter which they never sealed, her dance which rage could not falter, her music which the bare walls could not hold but crack and finally break on the twisted heads of the fathers. Eccentric in her ecstasy she broke the legs of the table, where the patriarch sat and wrote the rules to govern her maiden land. She opened the cages of the parrots And rivelled in their flight. When they tried to bind her hands She spew venom -- a woman born free, in the land of lunatics. The daughter wanted to keep her lineage. As she stood on the boundaries of the liminal space, frightened by the vast paradise which lay naked before her eyes. She heard her mother whisper, "This is the inheritance of your losses".
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