She was a man naive and pure, highly susceptible to illusions of geandeur

He was a girl seeking truth and an impetus to feel

Together they were fire and ice, an unsustainable whirlwind of passions.

Their body of work spoke a language all its own,

And together they were searching for home.

Apart they bore fruit despite the separation of root.

Now she is the Paige of Cups,

Embarking on a new page of cups, and manifestations

And there is only NOW.



Ethereal Materialz

Queer albinoir non-binary poet political ecologist, working to analyze and theorize about the mechanics of social, metaphysical, material, and urban dialectics.