I am They
Gender is a construct
Hear the ripples
that scream into waves;
the fireflies
that blind in the night.
Buried in silence
the wind carries their song.
They dance between shadows
and kill between moments;
Time does not stand alone.
Crackles of the mist
drowned by fog so thick
it suffocates everyone
not asleep so sound.
Footsteps and grabbing hands,
bones broken,
Reshapen,
Lives collapsed and restarted.
Do you know the beasts that lair beneath?
Do you know the souls battled for centuries?
Do you know the fabrics of space, the friendship of time, the hidden reality between space time?
I do.
They are me.
I am them.
They are they and they am I.
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