game

[cacian]

How singular it must have felt
to want to change a simple world,
that never came to you at first,
into something that never could.

It must have shed you pleasures beyond the dulls
to try your self against a dodge,
racing with time,
running to climb,
ceilings with heights no one would reach.

How fugitive of you to want
to track everyone down to single lines
as if they stood, in tour de force,
meanings of ranks no one could count.

How uncivil of you to think
of manners for others to brave,
yourself is nothing but a
distant haze,
your words blow winds against
a frame that stands nothing but broken aim.

How ecsatic it must have endured
to have walked on pedestals higher then you,
to want to build and then destroy
just like a game you wish to tame,
you try and win but then you loose
extinct becomes your only means.

Endless is wrecks that wishes to
fend against a friend that has no name.
Illusion is magician's bow
it's here, it has
the next is quest,
denial is as good as guest
it comes and goes and never lasts.