Doubtless poetry is not a luxury:
It is a testing quality of night
That illuminates reality
Rock hard, true grit, tough love, glint bright.
Felt and born in the nameless and formless
Intimacy of birth dreamt from chaos,
It speaks of the dark matter of Erebus
Which permeates each lonely universe
And holds the possibility of redress
For abuses, with the redemption of fear:
A bitch-black, ancient and timeless
Powerful, female, forbidden, queer
Light - whispering of possibility,
Dawning acceptance in its scrutiny.
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