DEMOLITION


I see it; it stares back. Pitch black eyes under the sun.
it's strange majestic bareness; dull, blur, as it slowly sharpens.
This thing, a stone so close to life; My nightmare of my nightmares:
standing steel-still on an invisible throne, empty but whole.
A most peculiar view; infinite yet zero expectations.
Inside its fears, a comfort he always craved
warm, cozy, scary; indifferent!
those eyes again, no longer so vague
a hardly visible spark of pride, a flicker of ego
a shadow of a little scared boy too afraid to live
because he loves to live



it's posture shifts, a slight limp
radiant but less exquisite; exposed!
no longer the confident being he appeared to be
they don't barge; those striking eyes ever so telling
broken by belief; broken by life's ideas; those human things
hanging on optimism; the little grain that never fades
ideas of more! Slowly being swallowed up by pointlessness
beat & devoured


I see it; spiked, horned, decaying
there's a beauty in it's ugly monstrous face
Yes! I see it; strong but weaker.
Decorticated & shaved to it's truest bare self?
never wicked; misunderstood.
peeled of disguises? sparkling innocent eyes
blind in societal ways
blind to Mans repugnant primal complexion
it's unblemished essence, no longer man
something more