I made a lighthouse from words,
a place in the cloud
untamed and w w wild with possibility,
calling the gatekeepers…
I pressed my fingers into the keys,
unraveled codes, tied invisible threads,
forged a name, a brand,
to anchor my truth.
Hooked up a thread of ether,
stitched the night into my colours,
let it bloom in black and rose pink.
And there he was: my Adam…
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