What impossible worlds have coloured your eyes?
globes witnessing life,
the fresh intake of solid light,
metamorphosed or spectacular,
or imagined, it does not matter
who you are, but what you're not,
not inhuman, not ferocious,
not a liar or a fiend,
only monstrously afraid
and incredibly attuned
to what has scared you.
I want to partake of your visions.
I want to behold your dreams
in the passing thrash of your life.
I want to be yours.
after "Pull Yourself Together" by The Boxer Rebellion