i drove down the social spirals
towards inferior eternities
still clutching the ideal-
the masks of fabled greatness
men like gods?
humankind is insignificance
personified
memories fade
burned to death by futurity
legacies vanish
consumed by worms
what is a drop to the storm
that bursts it?
meaningless wretch of the womb
that birthed it
my spiral dance complete
i hail the rushing earth
ophiuchus...
men like gods (you are weak)
hail the rushing earth
spiral dance complete
hail the rushing earth
the inexorable conquest-
i stare at my cremation
its yearning, cleansing flames
as cinders, ash and dust
become the extent
of my remains... |