"Timeless... Are you more Paris than Tokyo?
I saw you as Chicago meets Themyscira or Wakanda upon first glance."
"Well... I can fit anywhere, any time, yet not really belong even though I seem like a piece of the background. I always just feel more like an ouroboros...
than really human at all..
Something that just dreams and pretends to be part of something but never can be."
"You just had to trigger it....
Damn, one sec... Here it flows..."
Running to stun, composed to fit
Human sponge learning by osmosis
So very porous, Ouroborus shows in her quips,
Unfurled across pages, but from early days...
Unmatchable magic in the very marrow
Like the World Egg of the Tarot
Card 21, Empty but reflecting everyone
Zooming in to self create, self illuminate
Like the image of the moon on a lake
So ephemeral, but it extends a roll
Never ending but never whole
So perennial, so liquid indivisible
Nearly invisible, steam at its ends
Something that just dreams and pretends
To be part of something but never can be.
Whatever she sees, spins it back
Like mimic tracks, but the Equator Snake
Grows what it consumes, just as fast
Shows like Sisyphus outlasted!
Grow from switching up, your path is vast
But the real curse? New breed indeed
Perhaps you were the first!