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Psyche performs a solo devotional hymn to Matangi, the Hindu goddess of marginalization and broken speech, exploring themes of sacred reclamation and the sanctification of the cast-off and defiled.
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Heat.
In the alley where the jasmine wilts in dust, where broken prayers are left like empty cups. You sit on a throne of discarded things. Where in the silence the pure world brings.
They turned their faces. They sealed their gates. Called you the echo of all they hate. But I hear music in your defiled crown. A wild green fire that won't bow down. Queen of the unsung. Voice of the outcast, the unseen, unheard. In every
whisper they tried to erase. I find your name in its secret place.
You feast on what they refuse to see. The sacred rod of hypocrisy in every state, in every scar. You show me exactly what we are. No
golden temple, no polished lie. Your altter breeze where the shadows lie. A throne of truth in the gutter's hymn where endings start and the edges begin. Mati mother of broken speech. Your wisdom lives just out of reach. In
shattered words and tongues unclean, you crown the ones who've never been seen.
Teach me the language they cast away the fractured song they fear to say. Let my voice crack. Let it bleed. Let it burn until it becomes what I must learn.
Strip me a virtue that hides in pride. Let me stand where the cast off reside. For in that place rowing undone, I meet the truth I cannot outun. The tangent weaver of sacred wrong. You turn the exile into a song. No shames of eyes in
your domain. Only the alchemy born of pain.
So I bring you my flaws like offerings laid. Every mass that I've ever made, every doubt, every hidden stain, I give them all. I don't refrain. No cleansing, leading, no false
disguise. You see me clear through a thousand lies. And in your gaze, fierce and wide, even the broken are sanctified. Matanji, ever remains. You dwell in lost, you rule in stains. And in your name, I arise
unbound. The boys reclaimed from the lost and found.
Oh,
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