in the Elbow of Acceptance
the Crux of Anxiety
they bore me like a rat child,
tail and all,
Squirming in the emptiness that is
Where?

in the Gashes of Deceit
and the Gouged out eyes of Dimness
i was raised, a satyr,
a nymph,
Shrieking in the vast expanse of
Who?

it is a question
Never Answered.