I have never belonged to a school

I do not care that much

As my talent for what it is

Is a solitary talent

I thrive in the vacancy

Of my own thoughts

These are just words

That I happen to knit together

I believe that have no real style

Which may be a style in itself

Who am I to clearly judge

Yet I see everything and nothing

At the same time

I do not blink

All the corners of a circle

Are familiar to me

My unconnected thoughts

Haunt me during each waking hour

I see beauty in everything

It surrounds me without fear

Yet I often swim in polluted waters

Loathsome in their ugliness

Possibly because they are real

And less fractured than my dreams