I haven’t come here for acceptance
I am convinced such a thing is not even
Yours to give

I’m definitely not here for fellowship
For sure I am that such sentiment
Died with Tolkien
Before the forging of the one ring

This is no quest for recognition
I claim not to be some patron of the arts
All art ever did was convince me
That my style and the worlds
Are galaxies apart

My being is no longer yearning
For some formal understanding
Content I have become in playing
The jilted believer
This role is no longer subject to
Ordinarily ordained emotions

I’m not that into common purpose
For my purpose is far from common
And the common is too rare
For me to catch long enough
To apply for membership

This is not the fleeting look
Of a weakening eye
In the face of a growing storm
Building against…