Flipbook

Seeking compassion on areas of our infirmities:
When set and sturdy, we branch into ruthless beings

I wish to walk into a banquet aware that no one
knows I have carted you along.

Consciously, I tuned into an unconscious space,
blind to your bamboozlement.

An elementary test of an exchange or alliance
is that perfectness isn’t a part of its tenure.

Where do I spot an adze to dress the weald of
low spirits in my midmost?