I am the poet of the true reality—
not the shared dream, communal illusion...
Such a strange affair,
between here and there...
Trust has to be earned
actions speak louder than words...
For all time,
the rain was pouring—yet I stayed dry...
The word
Like a genre or species...
"Why are you so poor?"
they ask. He says with a smile...
Balance is to be
a feather in the heart of...
Each god stands as the antipode to its servants—
a reflection inverted...
You stereotype
when you fixate only on traits...
To each individual,
every index, other than their own...
Kindness is a rare commodity,
though it's capitalized...
Life is like being in the deep,
with barely a breath left...