Can wings know their purpose Do shades feel being drawn Shall scenarios flex obeisance Will our magicks always align? Could we breathe before this miracle Did our walls brood over truth Shall rituals know our limits Will we ever not delight in our union? We share ourselves Knowing screams for each other; Let's collapse these systems into positivity Let's seek out the exchange between each note Let's dance in unfettered glee even as the world quakes! Be the example for self-examined privilege Be the open doors for those less fortunate Be the floors whereupon demons crawl: Jeanne d'Bouche in your employ Believing beyond reason that love Is faith in this arc of grace before nothingness Muted by the fount of your essence Carried by the scruff or ligature To banks whose only currencies are creation and passion; The privilege is mine To push the envelope of pleasure Delivered unto your strength As home is found each day ![[Alexandre-Cabanel_The-Fallen-Angel-1847.jpg##bgimg]]