heretical
dissertations
in sublimated
prayers often
go overlooked
in the grandeur
of grander
divinity

i talk to
sparrows instead
great thunder lizards
who forsake
dominion for
hollow bones
with which
to fly above
a world tainted
in insecurities

maybe we’re all
chasing the wrong
things in life
i would certainly
prefer to soar
over toiling for
momentary riches

probably why i
write poetry
rather than the
next overlooked
american novel
it may not pay
but nothing feels
quite as free as
being exactly
the fool i am