.                      *
                            The
                           ­ Xyr-
                           -esic
                   Steel of justice
             Cold and unrelenting
                        Cutting
                        through  
                        Foes  of
                        The thr-
                       -one ga-
                       - urding
                        Friends
                        Fo­rever
                        preserv-
                        -i­ng pe-
                          -ace
                             .

Xe gazes numbly at xyr feet;
conveniently topping off xyr arms
shaped like a wispy orb.
Xe swipes at a purple fruit,
The fruit stands still,
and xyr hand slips through;
*Why couldn't I have been born tangible?