birthday

a painted lip flits up and down:

post-adolescent flight.

an Asymmetric dancer or

a butterfly at Night.

we've visited the world at length

but never saw a Thing,

we closed our eyes and spun about,

a man, a Boy, a king!

i pondered on the truth today,

and discovered nothing New

but another way to heaven

and geometries askew.

i am Sixteen and then turn bored

and bitter, cold, and mean.

i will sprint away to elsewhere,

a Girl, a woman–queen.