Tuesday, October 21, 2014

UNTITLED (WHAT NO GOD WOULD EVER GLADLY SAY)

Do not continue to beg
For the pasture unperturbed that should be your body

One bird’s wing of a sex or another
Is all that you will ever know

For although some gods sometimes see fit
To make one with parts of each

No god would ever gladly say
I want one to live that is not he or she

And be everything that even I am not

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