the empire of unsheathed claws

sometimes I wonder what would have happened
if we had owned all our perversions and lived them to fullness

would the archivist have shared his spark with our lord?
would I have become conjunx instead of cassette?

would that screeching bird have ever understood that he could be loved
and settled to build a nest for his trine in the warmth of our sparks?

could we have explained that even without a face or a title
love, not its lack, sets you free?

would we have broken less
and built so much more?

or maybe they just would've killed us all.