Tis but fluidity,
That keeps us sane.
Poignant & cryptid,
Queer in nature,
Our better selves.
Collapsing stars,
Black hole sons.
‘Ere rapture comes,
I choose to remain behind.
Teach generations beyond time.
Graveyard was always calling.
Better to grin manic,
In the face of death.
Queer & Fluid.
