I live beyond morality, cloudy
Skies issue complaints, however
I hardly have the time.

I often catch myself
Staring at creatures.
Wondering where they
Wander, and why.

I want to fight dragons today.
I want to find a voice
That suits me. Grey skies
And frozen cranes, bother me.

The stone wet, and
Broken. Lifeless creatures
Can be neither evil nor
Wealthy.

Broken Binaries. Broken
Machines. What glues
Our heads to our
Bodies?

Is there a separation?

Voices
Walk down the hall and
Interrupt my view
Through the window.

Focusing again I see
Opaque. Unable to
Look past the glass.
Only up to it.

O, Earth! O, Heavens!
Do you have any ear?
My mind is ailing,
My heart is sick,
In me I've great fear!

O, Stars! O, Constellations!
Do have any eye?
My body is weak,
My stomach is turning,
All I do is cry!

O, Seas! O, Oceans!
Do you have any hand?
My mind is ailing,
My heart is sick,
Why can't you help, if you're so grand?