"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...
There's a version of us somewhere
where I was the poem and not the poet...
Kindness is a rare commodity,
though it's capitalized...
Life is like being in the deep,
with barely a breath left...
She wasn't temptation incarnate, nor a deliberate...
The danger wasn't her; it was the place she took...
The road he once traversed, the path he once...
But every attempt felt futile, every effort to...
What sets beings apart from otherwise
is now...
The past and future—
a constant clash of inexistence and existence...