Analysis of Desert Swirl.

I am brown in the lightest of ways. It seems so easy, doesn't it?
Every word revealed like an opened can!
I wish sometimes. I wish I'd never felt or seen after thoughts of the defectivest good seise me. As if remembering my mother's softest reaction to me. But she is long passed and I have learned much from her softest reaction to me. Now, I massage. I massage messages of... Yes love. Yes light blessings. But also me. My words from a language understood somehow, some swirling way into and through this fine magnificence of physical form. I am a women but inside I am stronger and more than everyone before with and beyond me, but sometimes I feel like a man.