Mysterious.
You can change your name but you can not change your past which is who you are until you become, or not.
The old black crow bare of feet
stayed her self for what would be
A vision of catastrophe
heat burning all around
left hand held right hand down
arms wide open
the whole world in her hands
Who am I to have a say?
Who am I not.
There seems some confusion in the minds of some that you can nuance the space between two becoming one.
There seems some confusion in the minds of some that you can nuance a man in a woman's space.
There seems to confusion in the minds of some that you can nuance a word till it becomes none.
Just because you can
does not mean you should
the chat of ethics in the air
is pathetic and makes me not care
a disingenuous here
a disingenuous there
your soul a waste
she whispered
loud and clear
The beast has woken
right before your eyes
You have been told some stories that just aren't true vii visions that lead to catastrophe
it be not there but it be true just not the way you envision it so
so as some do, look for clues to help you through what eternal is true
correct the ways of bygone days
and maybe you won't fall out of the boat and drown into nothing when you begin your ride down the river Styx, for Death knows truth between false even when false drapes itself in a lie.
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
She sat upon Saturn
visions be near
Jupiter
the moon
and mars all in ear
the bull rises in gemini
a fight be here
between earth
and the stars
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