Be still

and celebrate the night

since the promise of mortality 

seems quite promising tonight

and all your scattered notes from infancy 

drift along the sailing skies 

of my drifting eyes

whose gaze rest solely

on the broken footsteps

of your graceless walk,

and you’ll halt-

as they all do-

to inquire about the nature

of erroneous affairs

as your turn your head and stare

at a dismal image of modernity

which governed all your cares.

But unimpressed by poor displays

of man’s civility,

I too will halt

to speak before your wretched company,

and will I do,

what I have always done 

what I’ve been willed to do

and say to you: 

The resemblance is quite striking!

For you like him

are known to give and take

to destroy what you create

to build up to just obliterate

but I can’t answer any of your grave concerns

since I…

I only take.