The blessed intersex person lay sleeping, in a garden of weed, ant, and thorn, transformed in
Miracle beautiful, wonder of natural form, all cocooned in them, as Lautreomont said,
Dream on, hermaphrodite, heavens just in your head, outside there’s nothing but your dream
The intersex person believing in Heaven’s repose – kept dreaming. Appeared in a rainbow, and
Encircled the grove, each coloured beam was the face of 21st century lgbtquia+ each
They awoke, a woman watched, her blue eyes spoke out the garden, the intersex person
Responded to Lautreomont, I’ve discovered Heaven/ found/in her surprise. They arose from that
Place, protected by Heavens rays, where they placed a kiss at the feet of the lady of the garden
Blessed Graffiti Poesy 
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