I am the Burial

I am the son

Of my own perception of my father and mother

I am my own slave and master

And I sell myself away in life

In the hope of bettering something

Non-existent to begin with

Here is the chasm of all that I am not

The inverse of which is all I could be

And I differ in slight degrees

For I have a sense of sight

Raised high above the prisons of earth and sea

Flesh and blood and bone

My one directive is to conquer the war of life

To pass through it and become my true self

I am my shadow's shadow in this half-light

And I am both man and divine creator

Yet the man I am sings a eulogy for the divine creator I was

And the god supplants the man

I have never

Been so ready

To leave.