Why do you demonize this place of 1,000 graces?
The strings which tug at me
to lay low and weep
are product of your ominous
Soothsayer’s omens.
I’ve not been known to fear.
Are you trying to teach me how?
I do not wish to see the horrors you manifest.



Why does this disappoint?
That which follows patterns of the past.
Why am I unsettled by repetition of the past?
I should have expectations under wraps.
This disheartening eve appears indifferent from the last.

Dear Junkie,

By what means may I prevent your destruction
Self imposed error conduction
I was not designed to bend your will
I am no imposter
The wonder comes across: could I do more?
But I cannot decide your next action.


A spirit of many lives
A soul who has seen seasons
Of souring ambition and unrealistic idealism
She’ll interact with the entire world
She’ll stress to surpass physical limitation
Logic, rules, time, space, matter
Stretched as squeezed
Physics defied
By the woman who travels through the air.