Child of the opposition, ever exercising free will
Let us churn together in the tides.
While fools attempt at nature’s task:
Refuse to humble yourself.
Bound me not by the mettle of monogamy,
Whose too-short tethers fight the ocean.
Show yourself wise of temporality,
Swear by the moon, the inconsistent moon:
We will burn with the wax, and
May we long with the wane.
Trust that I will return
Paler, fuller than remembered,
To stay through the night.
But if you crave daily assurance,
Tie your heart to something fearful,
and leave me be: you will not
Love me for witch I am.
by: Nicole Hasslinger, Editor-In-Chief