Particular Moments

More Stars than There are

The Curse

Cutting ropes

and

Breaking ties

So to survive;

Those who do not

See your hidden

Saint

Will only hate

You

For bearing It—

They live

In a constant

Blinding fear,

and

Always spite

And ostracize

Their few

Neglected Kin—

Rare Souls

Tragically favored

By the Heavens.

My Affection

Here they stay, after all has retreated from the vanities of wakefulness. Quiet, mysterious, and solemn---a reality to their own.

Here they stay, after all has retreated from the vanities of wakefulness. Quiet, mysterious, and solemn—a reality to their own.