• poem 1
    Mental Capacity

    Why should it be possible,
    to feel as such,
    to feel drunk,
    on what you've never tasted?

    To feel the ache,
    that no,
    does not tear you apart,
    but burrows.

    A constriction ,
    of your breath,
    and a cease,
    of your blood.

    But I ask again,
    why feel so
    for what youve never sipped from?

    Be it possible?
    Be it so?
    That one has lived,
    through imagination alone?


    Physical Capacity
    poem 2

    A porcelein
    figure.

    Grasped at,
    it cracks.

    So placed,
    upon a shelf.

    To take it in,
    from much too afar