When Alexander McQueen said, 

give me time and I’ll give you a fucking 

revolution, I felt that. 

I felt the latches unlock from their 

gates one, by one, by one. 

Magick made a vision for me. 

The moon took time in its hands 

crushing it into stars, and kissed 

my little forehead just so. 

Every plane of existence became a 

soldier, ready to do my bidding. 

Straighten your back! March in unison! 

Damned be the dogma that turns your lullabies into war hymns. 

If Freedom is a two-edged sword, 

let it cut the bloat of liars down the middle. 

Be wary of the king that asks you to bow. 

Crown yourself as you know how. 

Become the dreamer, dance in the scene, 

and know that all there was has ever been.