Oracular

Internal silence is the only space
I allow for my magic to flourish—
I keep it well hidden from prying eyes,
those that refuse to recognize its light—

I allow for my magic to flourish
in a parallel version of what I expose—
when I say me the meaning is veiled—

I keep it well hidden from prying eyes,
from facts that contradict my essence,
from measurements and categories,

those that refuse to recognize its light—
the liquid sun reflecting the intersection
of gills with shining oceans of air