to emily dickinson

The elegance of your thoughts
Poetry::seamless writings
A rare art--
from your eloquent heart
Fixed upon your fingertips--
are words of liberation

lukewarm

this shoe fits
i am ashamed to say
my heart is bitter
--everyday


why must i look at this world--
and see glamour?


how do i miss--
the ugliness?
this world is corrupt


i must look at the eternal
not the temporary