Threatened

Your greatness I cannot embellish
Like most conditions that upwardly
Paint the staircase to their cave.

For I assign you no body. No armor. No pretension.
This time, vanquished is your magnetic gaze,
Perfect charm: ironic is this phase I curdle.

Electric confusion highlights
The sting of the unsigned message
Transcribed by the clouds:

“the Entire…”
& it may eclipse my attempt at nothing.
It may be an empire propositioning me.

Private sleep: impossible belief;
You were supposed to be a man
I never questioned.

Yesterday, I handcuffed the sun:
So all that is willing
Can rise from the shadows that I exiled.