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... |