Advancing from Blackness Divisible by three: Realness, Rhythm, and resplendence; I confess to presence Rootless and kind, shone for you Off your cuff, off your puzzlement I've lived in bars sharper and more open Than these I hastily wrote for the judges To afford them cause to grant me fellowship Arriving in my own tune and raiment Last to the party of fucks to give An incorrigible princess too sharp to believe I beg of the producers to record the following At five-ninths' speed squared against my right to live: I am she, they, and beyond your reach Having a goddess with their own problems Always surprising themselves with smiles Tied behind their back in saints' stance Arrows for the side, the emphasis, the food Hunted for thoughts in a crying game of sorts Out of the parade and onto the laps of therapists Passing as knives through water I change shape alongside reversal Of life's march to the tune of no ordinary Love arriving without consequence