Hear me, my gods, for I have walked
the lonely mile.
The mile is long.
See me, my gods, for I have seen
the fabled summit.
It is far away.
Pity me, my gods, your wayward son
for I have murdered sleep.
By forcedark I have climbed alone
the airy hill of sound and days
where noise of silence reigns.
I, who was arrogant,
I, who have mocked
the magnificence of moment,
and I, who can never know peace,
have passed the halls of stone and shame
where my final moment waits,
where I, the aging child of lost repentance,
twist and wail.
10/12/14
