The ravenous metaphors
of my nihilistic dreams
gnaw upon my destitute existence.
A vacant throne reigns
among the ruins of my kingdom,
the reflection of my emaciated shadow ignites
a pale image upon the sea.
Like a snail stomped beneath ponderous foot
so my essence is smeared among the humus of reality.
Among the asterism of red giants,
I am a binary white dwarf
encompassed by the dark matter of a black hole.
I am a paradox in three strophes,
a mystery, an enigma,
an El Nino red tide
crashing against the barren shore,
a meander, a shoal,
a caged lion traversing this age prohibited to roar,
a torn eagles wing, a voiceless cry,
a humming bird
soaring into the oblivion of the sun…
I am man…