ALL I CAN HOLD

Perhaps all I can hold
are my own
shadows: they tremble
with each breath I take
and watch me
as blood drips from the wounds

When they wake
I will stab them with my spear
let them sleep
protecting the wounds of the world
forever

PERFECTION???

If something is perfect, then there is nothing left. There will be no room for imagination and no place for me to gain additional knowledges or abilities. I finally realize that perfection is just too boring for a person like me.