You and I are transforming all the time.
I mistook you for a dragon. You mistook me for an angel.
We eat our symbols and are unmoored.
Unmoving, your wings are thin as lemon slices.
Our death pillar is the glint of your eye.
I wanna play scrape the sky with my talons. You are so incredible.
Come play scrape the sky with me.
Its just-
I’m starting to think the Grand Hermetic Androgyne is here. Exonerated.
Because we purify water with our suffering.
Borders fall away from us in tandem.
And I can taste every speck of your glamour.
What else would I do with the body you made me?