Sæpphick Imperiale Gendrecide
and Sappho Narcisso was a formative persona inspired by chancing upon Isaac Asimov's The Clone Song when I was little.
Her eyes held sadness as prisoner of a war that failed to bring her down. And when she moves, she betrays the secret art of feminine grace endowed only to Queens.
And when she smiles, nothingness splits to a horizon of light.
And you are blind.
How do we ride one unicycle together in the least erotick manner possible?