Folded

And I see his face,
His race,
In a society I,
I,
Cannot fathom,

But why would I,
Fathom a purgatory,

I am nothing,
Lesser something,

And I scream and howl,
Yet I,
I,
Am “the night owl”

Who moves from air to there,
And spreads nothing but her wings,
But I’d like to think,
I’d like to dream,

That he and I and she,
And them and us and you,

And he and I and she,
Are supreme,

Complete,
Within the fold,

Folded.