Hans Cutler
I tripped over an angel,
Your friends have done some serious damage,
These claims stem from a vulgarization.
This is a place where I don’t feel alone,
Pick me up and shake the doubt;
The greater perfection a soul aspires,
I found out you can only dance.
Anything I do is courageous,
It is not supernatural;
Nothing is,
The world is dark and selfish and cruel.
Recycled Poetry 