Give me Back


I believed him When he said Perfection was possible And sanctity The path. The magnificence Of perfection Celestial music To a runt, precarious In his place But he, omitted And not from ignorance To tell, The toll, mandated By perfection I set off Resolute But, naïve Of the price She would extract She stripped me Of my demons, Castrating them or Perhaps, it was me, A gelding for perfection Now I...