I am a muser
washed up here,
only vested in fancy.
I evade those squares
who comdemned me,
after they killed my visions.
I pursue affection
and churn in immensity,
then actuality unfurls.
I still am that damned,
a fairy with trimmed wings,
in search for cockaigne.
I just want to dream again
and finally feel home
in this one current life.