Tentative Poet Biography

You taste the meat before me
Feel the medium-rare texture of
The steak, its juices oozing
...

He's sure deep within
As sure as if it were
Stabbing his insides
...

Instead of sitting under
the Tree of Life,
contemplating its meaning,
...

Thawing my reluctance
Melting down my insecurity

Till fear gathers
...

the pale sky cries.
yes, it cries the cry of birds

lost their way,
...