Trying to change having a false name in a sea of authoritative belief in the false name

W-o +man – the cork bobbing on the vast sea of multifold myth Riding upon the conflicting waves follows the larger The more mysterious the seminally profound She rides sagely, innocently, and falsely proud Looking at the familiar blue of the sky above And the familiar grey of the sea beneath She rides with the friendly sky and fluid sea as allies And as she reflects with confusion the inner constancy of her buoyancy To ride as the true the pure man as the un-submergible cork that she is She rides a sea so vast and liquid Its ebb and flow so buoyant so charming and so changeless It grants itself divinity and immortality Waves rise and crest waves fall and rest as eddy meets eddy In the mystical mechanical monolithic authority of man When alas the cork is hoisted upon the crest of a monstrous wave She glimpses at the apex of a multitude of patriarchal heights And as swiftly she glides in a fainting fit down to rest Overcome by the all the great waves on all sides of her trough. Louise Gouëffic, 1984 Lakefield ON CANADA