The lucent shadow,
Covering nothing in my darkness,
Warming nothing with my light;
The mute jongleur,
Singing my song in no voice,
Covering my ears from my own silence;
The anesthetic desire,
Filling empty hearts with naught,
Emptying soulward and dying in love;
The unbelieving philosopher,
Shouting from the foot of card-towers of
That there is no God and He exists in all things;
The esoteric parasite,
Feeding eternally of my own materiel,
Never filling a need never named;
The legacy of Judas
And the uncertainty of Jesus.
I am the fallen man.
And here I rot, even worms must eat.