she

true, I am afraid of the red lady, taunting or haunting me since sister's wedding. who is she, exactly? there are clues. one can only be afraid of oneself. the years I would not use fire, refusing to lick my own flame. nonetheless, much danger here, so no we are not merged, I do not plan on that, there is a grafting from another party, or an attempt to graft. the astrologers always warn off red: Martian. sexuality stripped of its veils, only to reveal itself as veil. implications of jilting and also, death. yet these aspects, righteous as they are, seem innocently irrelevant. Is dancing with me. distraction, she an agent of distraction, an agent of...what is the life force being a current question. 

I do not wish to constantly re-tread. why will she not disappear, I thought the goats were making her. it is because her teaching remains unknown, if knowing that the messages—the lady's, and that of the pregnant goat—are interrelated, and were I to parse them, in full, what would happen to my fear. isn't the whole point to face it, yet I do not know her face, for they know not what they do, what we, really, are.