through the fairs

this dual-i-ty,
this flex-i-bi-lity, and dex-ter-it-y
this torture!
even the sun is absolute…

this is my truth,
my destiny
resistance is to give in

i worship every moment
every moment of silence
the purity of eggshells we walk upon
this baptism, this crucible.

for he covets the closet he was in as
she sings hymns of slient sin
unleashed (for us)
mine, unabashedly, mine

i’d find middle ground
as i venture through the fairs
i stand in for no one
for i am one with them (u shalt not judge me)

this is my choice
every moment is mine

every tear is mine
every joy is yours, oh my fairy, yes,

you remember that
for this was beautiful, oh my love, as tirzah

oh…all my love

to my dearest jykell and hyde
my source, my lungs, my pride