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...