(We, the) Untitled Must Inquire

Is it called Birth

for we that enter memory

light, love,

and time

in two?

Is it grey that speaks life into our

life long prose

of white,

of black,

both haze and hue?

Are we queer and angelic

in the space we design

to resign from Earth words

like He, She, or I?

Are we shifters of spirit

in both cause and effect,

agnostic of sex, or

to gender bereft?

Is it grey that speaks life into our

life long prose

of light,

of night,

both man and wife?