Siegfried is a window into the soul.
A boy made of contradictions.
A man made of fractures.
A soul made of bruises.
Dusty Wilson pours his heart out onto the pages of Siegfried - reimagining what could've been and what could be.
These poems are not about perfection - they're about what is real.
Identity.
God.
Love.
Loneliness.
The parts of ourselves we wish we could bury.
In these pages, Dusty opens a wound and dares you to look at it.
Not to pity him -
but to recognize yourself.
Everything in this book is up for interpretation.
Human made doesnt mean perfect,
poetry is subjective
this book was crafted through the turmoils of heart
and the thresholds of life.