that weirdness

the plane of consciousness

created by gobshites

that said you weren't enough?

it's bunk

hear me sister

listen my brother

don't fear the flaccid

oppressor's perversions

say it with me:

nah, bullshooter

nah

they can fart right off into

the great divide

there's better places

for your mind to fly

maybe we should thank them

for the lesson

maybe not

maybe they're ashamed of themselves

for failing to shame you

would it change a thing?

just maybe

the line of grace

is made by your own eye

maybe vulnerability is bravery

is power

is love winning

let it guess weak

assume smallness

if you really want to know

who you are

and which human wounds want

healing