a self-admitted paradox
a self-admitted paradox

apparently
I could never be... anything… or anyone
but a tight fit... inside of any other.

too cramped to breathe
born to be… just... too stubborn to die.
the one EYE opened of me… upon the One.

naught but the first sight of me…
caught in the paradox... the Pandora’s box...
of she...

a self-admitted paradox
a self-admitted paradox

she my Moon… and I... ever her Sun .
the cross of Solstices… the quality of we
the secret speak of... the Equinoxes
eclipsed in the spill of the secretions in the
milky white in… silky pink... and red.

she the ink of me...of blood on sheets…
the discovery of my lyric
is ever found in she

and I could try with
ALL my strength… and I could lie... with ALL my might
I could swear… not to lie with her
but I could never ever… truly be
with any other… lover…

no one moves me quite
so eloquently… no... none… but she.

a self-admitted paradox

no… no frame indeed… needed for me
none... but her tongue…
none... but her touch...
none... but her name...

I a freak... beneath covers of my release
when I so deep inside of her… she is to me
my Divine Providence… my mind’s token no doubt
and... though I rule with prominence…

not so wily
as much as I reserved… I so livid with lust while...
standing over lovely body...
refusing her touch at first… denying my thirst I
eventually… indulge my greed.

a self-admitted paradox
a self-admitted paradox
a self-admitted paradox
a self-admitted paradox

the gorge of my hunger for her…
I… a changling indeed… once the lights go out
and the call of ALL my darkness... of
ALL my monsters...
ALL my beautiful creatures... cum out.

she becums me…
she becums me
she becums me

a self-admitted paradox

there is a need or a
changling you see… when I cum slowly
in the rivers of her love.

a self-admitted paradox

I ALL though… ALL ways different… she
never knowing holy... me... apart from her
my heart longing… for her

once…
twice…
three times...

a self-admitted paradox
a self-admitted paradox

or...maybe we two remainders of an equation.

a self-admitted paradox
a self-admitted paradox

unsolved… yet we be resolved… in such things

we two forever One… so old yet… so forever young .

for a changling... is but a changling... indeed…

a self-admitted paradox
a self-admitted paradox

ALL and nothing
and ALL though it seems like we could never be...
we are... never not together.

a self-admitted paradox

we to be… ALL just the same

a self-admitted paradox
a self-admitted paradox

though... sometimes... I wonder....

Pantherion Prime Speaks through PRIME Scribes 2014