Despite many years of trying,
I am not
any more or any less
human.
I am neither the transcendent
nor the fallen,
neither star nor worm.
I am
what I have always been:
the lonely pen by the river
and the page waiting to be filled.
Despite many years of trying,
I am not
any more or any less
human.
I am neither the transcendent
nor the fallen,
neither star nor worm.
I am
what I have always been:
the lonely pen by the river
and the page waiting to be filled.