the yokes around our necks
which bear our names,
reputation being the greatest burden,
a man carrying his own world upon his back.
which atlas of the mind guides you
with careful, random steps
towards we know not what?
we will fall, oh
we will follow
the greats and the minutiae
to their self-same demise.
and where our lives end,
another world begins -
as if dying was as easy
as crossing a river,
if you have penance in your eyes.
but we of modern age
prefer bright and cloudy skies
to the underground fires,
despite the fears we box up tight
and bury just within Pandora's reach...

TMK 27apr2009