Skyline

An exhale,

Smoke rides wind,

To where I can’t follow,

Disappear.

I knew it all,

Or thought,

Yet now so small,

Hope fighting fear,

Together we fall,

To where you can’t follow.

Shimmering skies

Replaced by silhouettes,

Terrifying monuments

To meaninglessness.

Amidst it all you cheer,

Man succeeds,

Man conquers,

Man dominant above all.

Yet in this din and dim,

I’ve died,

By devious deceptions,

And deeds dealt down,

Not by a Father on high,

But thy brother,

Elevated by absurdity

And a number.

All created

I undo,

Slumbering away

In my tower.

Do the hundred souls

Beside me here

See my dreams

In theirs.

Or are those visions

Manufactured

Like the shrines

We can’t be without.

If I find a grave,

Hide away,

A lifetime,

Or longer,

Waken when

Stars shine,

Man surrenders,

And gods don’t ask for money.