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You stood up tall
That's alright love it's not for everyone somebody's gotta fall
Into a fireman's net we forgot we were holding
A jarred spine and a broken coccyx, that's all
The rush of air enough to remind
To bring back to life, to revive
Who and where I'd spent time
From the reduced aisle
The spinning world reduced to nothing
But tessellating tiles
And password protected files
Recovered from a USB stick that was mine
On it, my existence
Corrupted and fragged
A digital body, bagged and tagged
Clean-up job necessary, I'm on it
Small pictures represent what I'm famous for, iconic
But myself had clearly been changed, edited
Doesn't mean it's not my data
I never said it did
We called it the Great Mould
Infectious, growing
A place to put people who don't do what they're told
Channelled harnessed anger
Utilised for advertising money
From proto-crypto-fascists
Whose bedroom mirrors lack reflections
A systemic point of failure located in a boy's computer
It'll be work to flush the septic cistern
A cistem of 3 options to fix one weak point
Opaque clique, default, ordinary, but no less valid
Trans lucidity, they shed some light on what it's like
Glass consciousness
And the trans parents, who are all clear to see through
Forcefully open for others to learn from if they can
Fragile and easily shattered
But most don't understand the pain of glass
You don't get to just ask questions
Ask consent first
Wow what a mystery
What does another woman want anyway?
She's a special kind of woman, by the way
The daily fear just gets more complex, it never goes away