Man of Myth

You said the problem is that when you splash around everybody else gets wet

and you don’t need to be an oracle to see our future.

There are far too many casualties in your friendly fire

so bright that dimming is inevitable

is it comfortable to fall from grace?

Is there space for heavy hand stitched wings?

reckless, wild and beautiful

setting flames to the scenes around you- you burn, burn burn

I never knew implosion could be so eloquent 

If they ask what defines it? Loneliness.

This is the constant of the human condition.

You wanted to step out of the darkness

but even you faded when you flew too close to the sun.

Shhh…we’ll call it transformation.