Not a bird, not a plane, but a...

“Shape-shifter”

A term which defines me little

Definitions hinder

The very nature of existence.

My form I willingly leave

I am whatever I want to be--

Animal, human, sky or sea

Anything that lives underneath

Glides above

Sleeps or doesn’t

All-in-one, simultaneously, none.

To be, I rearrange

Basic elements--

Hydrogen and Helium

Remnants of origin

Visibile in everything

Everywhere

The recipe of our Sun

All it takes is hanging-on

Take control

Narrate your story told.

Metamorphosis--

Rebirth so profound you don’t recognize it.

Does that sound painless?

I may do it with grace

Make no mistake

The way this path is taken

Requires patience.

Perseverance is

Grueling & grating

Responsibility is liberating, your

Backbone actively strengthening.

After all, science states

The Milky Way--

Our galaxy, came

From pandemonium,

The Big Bang.

As much “reason” in “fact” hangs,

Proper hypotheses made

Supposed to include

Equal Opportunity

Disprove or appreciate

Truth doesn’t discriminate

As organisms do

That’s why I refuse

Definitions, I’d rather descriptions.

The very connotation indicates

What’s defined doesn’t change

When I do so on a daily basis

How I want to display

Myself, portray,

Has similarities but isn’t the same.

You’ll find beneath the surface

Everyone yearns this

Gift of convergence

That is finding your purpose.

I can tell you where to begin--

The root of your questions?

Where your answer is.

Speaking from experience,

As a magician, High-Priestess,

Poet, polar bear griffin,

Unorthodox mystic,

Betrayed ecologist,

Labels don’t do shit.

Fuck it.

Throw the towel in and

Live how you wanna live.

At the very least, make your own definition.

4.16.2021

N.Vs