Kyra Nijskens
The butterfly’s kiss, a touch so light
Decomposes old, constructs a new sight
Transmits magic, a power untold
See blindly, immerse, imagine bold
Hard shells, cotton duvets, protection shields
Soft pillows, comfort that yields
You could be me, I could be you
Anything, anywhere, anytime, anew
Disrupt linear time, let it bend
Nameless, unspoken, undefined, transcend
Dislocated from what once was
Inside and outside, a line erased because
Inclusion and exclusion, mattering and not
Past and future, a binary forgot
Camouflage and dissolve, blend and be
I for invisible, a new identity
