The unseen and the unmet

I stand forfeited

In the line

That dreams of meeting a ray.

I claim what

The unclaimed desire

Could never achieve.

I face the darkness

Within the light

That lamps the world.

I own the lacuna

That crowns me ruler

Of poverty’s state.

I live with imperfections

To stay perfect—

For life,

For the unseen,

And the unmet.