Stars are satisfying.
Life is confusing.
Meditation on contradictions.
Out of monastic schoolyards, churned with lust for fat bags
on girls' chests loving solitude.
Yet courting spotlight mast of glossy pain.
Polish voices calmly discussing burnt toast,
Holy Testaments in one breath.
Naked skulls tattooed or God with devils tails.
Dive into dreams, they become path.
Dive into light, it becomes brass.
Lured between, to be caught in the edge,
juggling contraries without resolution.
A penny for your sins.