For G

Sometimes G, your face is angular, sometimes rounded, and your eyes and hair of a chameleon shift, like reality going from air to moisture

and theyre all calling ME mad, bullying me, in this country, its reality composed of bullies in a giant psyche ward

im trying to understand Love, from where it comes and goes, how it even exists in this mad place, what exactly it is? But i give up

G, your changing face of court cards, whichever you choose to play, ill play with you, ill call it Love

and as the cosmic circuit shifts onto me this new public persecution, mad themselves, bullies who say our game’s sent me mad, i shrug

i see my win, lead turned to gold, G, my soul friend, your unknown has become my normal, my unknown Love, normal becomes my Love