You never asked for this job Some days, I rail at god Giving you a body that isn't home Is the gravest mistake A god could make Other days, I get a glimpse of you Free Unbound Unbreakable And I think: who needs god? Or, better put: if god is change Then the nature of the body is To be whatever the fuck you want it to be Your dysphoria is a mountain To climb it You must outdream yourself You must outdream even god To pick up where god left off You must imagine the impossible And treat your imagination As reverently as a prayer There is no such thing as betrayal There is just you Your breath And the horizon you haven't built yet