I am alone behind this altar,
bowing to the reflection of a god
that I have witnessed only once
in all these melancholy years -
And I see myself more clearly now...
a relic,
a reminder
of all the things
that long ago fled
this static, unfocused world.
I will speak of this no more-
I have said too much already
and to watch you vindicate this
demented philosophy would be
my undoing -
my dissolution -
my end.
And you might think
I have renounced my passion for
all of the beautiful things
that this reputation
has imparted to me...
You would brutally accuse me
of too easily forsaking this world.
though I believe that this world
has long since forsaken me. |