Contract

Magic is still in the air, it could be good, for smoothing out the edges,

But I'm also, now vulnerable, to ill intent,

To threats, to dark energy, I can be,

Harmed with hatred, unfortunately,

It’s the law, of equivalent exchange,

No one, wants to perform,

Abyss magic, from things,

Just existing, I'm still,

This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.

Not an architect.

Sandcastle

Are there, still contracts,

In the sand, don't, mess with that,

It took, a lot of work, to build,

That castle, that character,

To earn, that faith,

I wonder, if the sea,

Will wash it away.

Karma

Somewhere, along the way,

Along the path, the journey,

On the route, of my life,

Someone, I'm not saying who,

Opened, a bunch of connections,

To a lot, of crazy witches,

They may, claim my soul.

New Generation

I still think, there are, many ways to grow,

Many, interesting paths to explore,

You don't have to, choose the baller route,

Inevitably, become part of the patriarchy,

You have, the freedom, to be weird,

You can, choose to be an alien,

An octopus, a platypus, an axolotl,

Neurodivergent, I smell, cyber-ware,

Autistic, part of, the spectrum,

You can, be a specialist,

An expert, on furries,

Asexual, you can,

Maybe, fuck your clone,

Or, a robot, or,

A virtual, reality,

Simulation.