Sybil the Scribe (they/them)
cadeaux du soleil et de la lune: the returning
The blue smoke of my cigarette sneaks pass my septum/ something about the desperate cloud knows this is the last time/ la création est l'aventure/ through the mist and darkness offer notice/ the master numbers appear/ rebuking the bare minimum is a surgical task/ I taint not the melanin in my skin/ I almost missed the wood crackle/ le petit chat se souvient/ transformation a reflection of power/
as the language leaves my body: I understand the wisdom offered