Here is a space for the likes of you, unbeloved changeling child where drifting between worlds is pleasure rather than pain here is the line lightly walked here is the cool of the shade where no judgement is passed and you are rendered mercifully invisible you, with your eyes that shift in color with your crooked feet and tilted spine formed against the boughs of trees here there is space for you in the rest (nearly a measure long) in the inhale between verses in the moment between day and night i will find you with my own tattered phantom wings and brambled hair my skin too tight and ill-fitted bones you and i, my spurned lovely unsynchronous and adapted only so well passing, just, in the right fall of light where your shadow matches your shape for once where your eyes reflect only visible light i am no stranger to obscurities and otherworldly winds you can rest here in the crook of my long limbs in the moment between breath and heartbeat when the sun slips underground and the gentle, terrible things of moss and bracken and mud slowly writhe to life you and i, ensconced between worlds will leave our traced sigils our pressed leaves and blown seeds and let dour religions cast us out to no avail we already walk the twilit paths between paths
