I sigh, you enter, do these repeated movments cause reason for paymemt of a cursed pleasure?

Again the brain tells the body. Sicken your likeness. See the shapes in front of you as treasures you could validate.

Bend your true nature, fold your conscious to feed your human form.

In hindsight,
my vision has always been unorthodox,
but, it sees true.

Through any eyes,
the bering sea will always be solitude.
A place where no man should see it's depths,
A peculiar place that intrigues me,
but is forever denied my happiness.

I only stay afloat this place,
so that the sun keeps me partially alive,
and for Pete's sake,
my lungs remember their purpose.

If I am perfect, it's only because
my short comings have drifted
underwater to an imperfect place.