And what is perfect? But a man-made concept, when it's the skies that dictate me.

Sometimes,For writer’s sakeI am not what I mean.When you awakeAnd I am meWill you and I forsake?

Writer’s Sake//

I speak in riddlesFor folklore’s taleOf riches beyondOur human scaleBut what we knowIs just a dropAs I swim in its pale.

Conscious Swimming//