Therefore: no conclusion

A cloud shows a picture of the world, does it not, sweet to whom I send my thought swiftly

In a picture of you, me and them, my world askew, reforming, as I shapeshift, around me

Once a noble humanity, golden chained, I sat upon freedom, a yogin, and what could reach?

The face of Truth, the face of girls, my heart followed swiftly after

Till one night, revealed, my heart uncovered like from a cloud, I bowed before you needing

And them, aaah them! The ones who know they’re doomed, and hide in Twitter and pointed finger

The mad, revealed, who once chained me, in lofty politics an anarchist, I sought their freedom

And so I speak my heart, and say I’m lost, utterly, without you, I can’t believe the madness

My world tossed on the projected life of others, tho I want you, if it please, in leathers

Am I anarchist or submissive, poet or hypocrite, or simply just the shape of a woman?