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Ashen leafs cling absently to sleepy trees
Hiding behind hues of asphodel and pink
Clouds danced across the morning sky
The enormous pillows slowly changing shape
Across the day they are loosely draped
With meaning in every morning
And all the varying shades of light
I marvel, what a sight
So sparkle! A state of fabulosity
My drunken heart beating crapulously
Oh all the colors of this world
Such a treasure to behold
More precious to me than diamond and cold
More sacred than any stone
My heart hopes this will not grow old
The magnificent light, oh behold!

Teetering on the edge of insanity
Trying to find a center of Gravity
Cutting off my circulation
in order to make this declaration
about my queen-born ability
to walk with such fabulosity.
Though this gown's a monstrosity,
my hair a curiosity,
there's much about this lofty gait
that I did not anticipate.
Like how the swinging of my hips
counters the sway of my fingertips.
Who knew there would be such an orchestration?
A body in concert - a standing ovation!
And every step another encore,
deliriously shouting, "More! More! More!"
And suddenly, the world is new.
I've never seen it from this point of view.
Amazing the difference a few inches can make
to change the reality which I now create.
And though my feet are squeezed like stumps
into these six-inch stiletto pumps,
a testimonial I must profess;
How wonderful it is
to be a boy in a dress.