like, charles

i know
the world
as it was
as
it is
as it
will be
i see the
truth
of society
the dragging
feet
of their
depravity

i know
my muse
her joy
it eludes
and dilutes
the pain
as obtuse
or absent
as it may
seem
it inspires me

i know
the clock
it robs us
time is
a trap
that cages
birds who
dare to
fly free

i am the myth
the ethos
i am
the scree
that rolls
loose
until it
covers me

i know
the mountain
the
insurmountable
the climb of
of climbs
the hollow
metal rod
the distant
echo of
wind chimes
i know all this
because
like, charles
i know
all to well
our lack of
humanity