Star the black or shine the sun skin burned

With arms akimbo
he fell further from his mark

thus crucified the hellion, was to ever climb upward,
thus fleshed the electric, was to moment the timefulness
of this earthly space

and
the mountaintop
conquered
the sky

as
the linguist
destroyed
reason

allowing
his one true reflection
to become
a vacant introspection

of a handful of never was
and a mouthful of desperate hollow
that for awhile gave in to the separate,
ideal (unexpected),
and hid in the day
a pocketful of
vanished.

So now light up, freeze, melt away,
star the black to not resolve reality,
nor shine the sun skin burned.