it's easy for the weak to romanticize power
overlooking the great burden that is responsibility

do you not feel your death?
do you not feel your immortal persistence?

you cannot escape the scales of justice
held in your own soul's hand

we went to the cryptozoology museum
which was filled with oddities and people staring
at the oddities
and demonizing the oddities
and reading about other people demonizing
the oddities
poor secretive creatures
just trying to live their best hidden lives
it made me sad but

if I'm honest
                   I have
         an oddity
                           of my own
               and
  I stare
        and
                 demonize
   too

you are fused within me
my cells have merged with your light
you are coursing through my veins
racing through the chemicals in my brain
expanding my lungs
my dna is altered
my signature changed
my vision enhanced

my soul received an upgrade
and it is you
pumping through my heart

enlightenment is knowing there's nothing to forgive

there is much to accomplish in the desert between oases

Ploughed fields
stark after rain
standing proud, brown and plain,
this year's crop will be planted soon
on corrugated paper
in the steamy water vapour
of a spring afternoon

What does the poetess say?

She recites about the world and its affairs,
Like a tragic yet lovely éclair.
She stood up with a voice to curtail the noise.
She spoke of the revelation of the unsaid and what lies wrapped,
To tell the world about its gaps.
To infuse the world with words of sense,
Whimsical treasures, and stories of might.
She stood upon a podium with a book and a pen,
Like a knight, declaring her might.
Like a knight, declaring her heart and its insight.

A thief walks in . . .
a robber runs out .