Observation of the Outside of the Gate

Identity lives in the void.
It inhabits there, feeding on nebula waste;
holding it in your heart gives you fervor,
so you forget it came from out of the void.
 
A child sleeps under a ceiling portal ceding way to her adulthood.
Her daddy raises her high, and it seems that her future is a thumbtack sticking her to her yellow sunny wall.
 
Identity nails you to the edifice,
a frozen portrait.
 
Any person who is straight hasn't met the person to make gay appealing.
Any person who is gay hasn't met the person to make them straight.
 
Bisexual is just an identity to allow this and still identity
or pansexual, an identity tack pressing seekers of starlight to a belief of not seeing gender.
 
But it all comes from the void,
and behind you is the wind of the earth.
 
Into the void.
Into nothingness.
 
Starlight. Star bright.
First star I see tonight.
But only your friend can be felt in the night.
 
Small town values.
Just simplicity without abstract
and very little from the void.
 
Big town values.
No food on the table,
but you lie beneath the stars
to be whisked away by the space outside.
 
I see the void beneath my eyelids growing.
But I'm just a small town man.
 
Any man calls himself such because of no experience contorting his mind.
I am a man with a pink heart.
I'm not a red-blooded American.
I cannot be a man man, something echoed in the void,
but I'm a man with a pleasing soul.
But I dare not enter the void
and believe in sexuality so much.
 
I rather find a strong woman to match my passive jelly love.
 
And that's my town. That's what I never was until I felt the person beside me
before she ran, and I wanted her for all my life.
 
And I wondered what did man see on the face of this earth that revealed a demon in a certain act
and a necessary rejection of the entirety of the void
that you can't escape when you encounter a human of the void,
of identity, of that thing of the tummbleweed of the earth that a man saw all reality in before he had written morality,
and relativism replaces God.