I can express
from deep within
how I envy you.
It's a blazing
jealousy --
One morose
fascination
of your Sexuality.

Practicality
of wishing
for what I cannot
obtain --
So foolish,
but who can stop
their mind;
their soul,
from emotion.

Purest emotion,
unabated
electricity
at your
passionate
Disposition --

Try
to hold back
the rushing overflow
of a cedar dam
rot by termites
of Gloom.

Try
to understand
why I write
with ink
and not
with wax.

I can draw
the lines of pain
across my inner-
child's face.
The unusual child,
the Wild Child,
mild-tempered
inner-me.

I can age
and mature
and apathize him --
but is that folly,
or is that anaesthetic?

For once,
they are wrong.
The difference
that outlines
my persona --
my Me --
shatters
natural Sexuality.

What is
that limbo
between
Here
and There?

What is
that limbo
in median
of Natural
and Unnatural?

I am like you,
and you
are like me.
Human.

But for once,
I am in the dark.

And now I know
why it is so hard,
to come to terms
with knowing
One's self.

Now I see
why it is
a great feat,
a journey,
to be happy
with the
Inner Flaw.

Homo,
Same.
A Pair --
Greek nothings,
prefixes
and suffixes
that can attempt
to contain me --
Why can I not
pick and choose!

So petty,
like the boy
who realizes
his interstellar Dream
is slim..

So sullen,
like the boy
who now envisions
life confined
to cubicles
and desks
and Japanese
electronics,

I am furious
of Cruel,
unfair Life.

But I
cannot hold back
the rushing overflow
of a cedar dam
rot by termites
of Gloom.

One Greek
nothing,

One Greek
label:

The thing
that seperates
Us.
You,
and Me.

Or mayhap,

The thing
that congregates
Us.
You,
and Me.