His Story

His Story
By Me
2009

Nameless he walks, staring
Into the light ray maze.
He mumbles lines of life,
“The cycle ne’er ends as she
Is reborn from the flames.
How does she rightfully
Return in this fond frigid
Night.” Long I ponder stare
And fear the blue-amber.

“Instinctively mapped, is
Her path, or is it not
Calculable. No! Or
Entropic; burns birth burns
Melancholic trees burn.