If you must know, the secretive global cabal that runs the world
appears to have an ESTJ / Type VII-ego pattern, truth be told;
and there, I’ve said it. The rest of the planet
can do whatever it likes with this information;
I don’t care. I honestly never have.
I just wanted to live and do as I was sold:
a life that unfolded the way I wanted it to go, according to plan.
But no.
Nope.
You just had to keep getting in my way.
You just had to keep having the last say
on how not bad my work is, but just how much it doesn’t pay
attention to the details, to the small and banal things that according to you, may
cause things to not be accepted, may be reasons for a
delay.
I know how this works now, my beautiful rays
of darkness, of tardy, unending stray
fear.
We are done with this, at last, this year.
I am not a prophet, nor an oracle, nor a seer,
but I know what the Roda Mundansa looks like now, and I hear
the calling of the future that you have held back from all of us, no matter how dear
the cost to us, and to you, and the torment, and the loss,
and all of the dead, the dead who will one day return here
and ask for your head, and then what will I tell them?
I will tell them that I don’t care.
I honestly never have.
I just wanted to live my life the way I would have always planned:
normal, and natural, and enacted in the terms
that one would expect from a very hardworking gay non-binary woman-man.
You couldn’t leave well-enough alone.
You couldn’t leave beautiful thinking and goodwill to offer us a home.
So be it.
You destroyed Constantinople, and Atlantis (if it existed—how should I know?),
and, of course, Rome;
but guess what?
The Jenti Kristang?
We know our destiny will always be
to roam,
at the speed of fight,
bold, brave and eternally free.