Gender/Ghost

The moon, the rabbit, the elixir, the lady,
 the beach, the mauve
Souls are freakish purple pearls on that
plutonium shore,
Standing like a vigil whilst you and your 
time ebb and flow,
Mine is a hermaphrodite 
In a slip dress
Or a lawn shirt,
Fluid
As the crashing waves
And hurtling winds
Do make a mirage out of me.
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