souhait

i wish i could be beautiful

and fill the world with beautiful things

so that the whole world would know just what beauty is

but i am merely a word-thief

someone who draws line sketches

so that the true essence is lost

i am hiding

but you do not know it

i barely did

until the bare flickering lightbulb

went on

with a soft click

and left me blinking blearily

after so long in the half-darkness

like a blind fish in an underground lake

c'est mon souhait

mais je sais que c'est

seulement

une rêve

Biology

Transatlanticism

I was standing on the edge of a perforated sphere when the water filled every hole. And thousands upon thousands made an ocean, making islands where no island should go.

Renaissance

It has been too long since my fingers have reached into the depths of imagination and I have spilled the contents of my lungs onto the hard, dark asphalt of the cyber-world.

I am peripheral and perhaps I do not mind that. 

What more do I have to say for myself

as I continue this litany of poorly structured prose? 

Really, all it feels like is a page of self-deceipt and narcissism. 

Dull, Dull, Dull. 

As arid as an empty page

Or a man who collects umbrellas and writes dire poetry. 

Those are rainy day affairs, for the winter. 

It is spring now. 

Alas.

Youth is wasted on the young, but also on the old. 

Let me go and seat myself behind books dripping with ink.