In the fit of my atmosphere
i had only just succumbed
to your intent
to destroy me
happily i would engage
you happily
set the stage
for my tragedy
enraged
i clamored
i climbed
i clung
to the divine
within
to drive away
a darker yet still
foreshortened
sin
i am Sysius
the caretaker of gardens
not our own
i am Rufus
moderater of games
long gone
dead
i am the desecrator of monuments
to the nearly immortal
and the spit in your face
after your gravest offense
i’m frightened
i’m delusional states
i’m encapsulated mythos
rhyming against rhyme
reasoning against reason
without either
i am vacant.
