Illegitimate

Fusion of binary opposites forged us -Design of a non-earthly will albeit 

Preceded not by hallowed vows. 
Two gilded annuli sprinkled and symbolic 

Set you in merit supposedly apart from us,

Products of unsanctified congress.
Coincidentally, however, we are all

Begotten in sin and born in sin,

The Creator creates no difference there. 
The golden eye that shines on you 

Burns us not to cinders and ashes

Because it recognizes no otherness.
The dust below that holds you

Neither swallows nor sinks us like refuse

Because it knows we were all fashioned out of it. 
Feeling flesh, pulsing hearts, knowing minds –

Created alike, but conceived differently –

Some within, some without that hallowed shroud of wedlock. 
Creation, Conception, Consecration.

Who is he to question – he that willed not those three?

Who is mere mortal to question the “legitimacy” of the Maker’s makings? 

Who is man or woman to mete out wasted Marks of Cain? 

We Are

Like a rope that frays and snaps when one holds onto it for too long, 

Like a flame that dies a slow but sure death in an upturned cruse 

We are. 
Like a cloud that is not faithful to a single phasis of the sky, 
Like a butterfly that hop-skips from one capsule of nectar to another 

We are. 
Like the achene of a dandelion’s blowball that is whisked away by the breath of the air, 

Like the ebbing afterglow of an incandescent lamp 

We are. 
Like a moment lost and never to recur, 

Like a stub of charred coal that will never harbor another flicker 

We are. 
Like this ephemera marked by breaths and beats, 

Like a smaller impermanence in a larger impermanence 

We are.