Am I dense? The actual real-life "rainbow-bird" -- what is it? The mercury? If so, it seems a stretch to describe the blob as birdlike. Or is it a rainbow of light somehow "prismed"--but how would a bevel serve as a prism? If I had the key, maybe I could enjoy the ending more.
The earlier lines seem perfect; their symbolism calls up identity crises including and surpassing the sexual type. If EB's conclusion suggests only that one idea, it would diminish the poem's impact, at least for me.
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