Dedicated to the individual, “unique, just like everyone else.” —S. M.

Might I be monstrous
To walk upright, know not what I am?
Bark at offense and longing?
Fang pleasure while teething morality?
Meet insanity seeking equanimity?

Might I be human without monster
To know what we are
And seek to amend it?

Might I evolve, or be lost, if to seek is to recognize failure in the art of living?