Legacy Anthony

He travels.
He sees,
within those places,
serenity, reality.

He finds
within those spaces,
the old,
the timeless,
ancestral offerings,
exploding the senses.

He absorbs,
the passion,
the meaning,
the love,
the spirit.

He devours,
each morsel,
finding emotion,
discovering meaning,
cherishing each moment.
Like heroin,
it fixes,
and each fix,
leads to the next.

He fixes.
Often.
And the addiction
takes hold.

He departs.
He withdraws.
He comes down.
And as he does,
his demons torment.

He returns,
to this world,
the world that consumes,
addicted more than he.
Yet not to the timeless,
nor the ancestral...
...but...
to the phony likeness,
created by fools.
They are his demons,
these greedy monsters,
that take a bit,
from each place,
that covets
what once was,
and instead creates,
an illusion.

He discovers,
this world,
synthetic and sterile,
and it slowly
devours,
the real,
the soul.

He lives,
in both worlds.

He sees,
the stark difference.

He realizes,
there is no balance,
between his world,
and theirs.

He awakens,
and terror
grips his being.
His world,
is devouring
the worlds he visits.
Greed consumes,
so much more.
And so much more
each day is lost.

His mission,
is helping
to destroy
what was,
as he tries
to share,
what was
with all.

He Shares.
The more
he shares,
the more
is lost,
each seller of wares,
who sells as we watch,
devours its share,
of those things
he brought.

He becomes,
the demon within.
And he cannot
carry on.

He ends.