Summation

The standard that you've set
has been the catalyst 
for men that failed to reach 
the summit.
you have become the 
proverbial bar,
irrelevant, 
the space below.
I am unsure of the man 
I read.
He took me to 
and demanded,
asked,
to build an avatar made of gold
that allows for what 
they cannot have.
I feel detached from the 
body I know 
to be mine.
We’ve created, 
with deep desire
what each one 
seeks 
in its disillusioned 
idealism
of
one 
another.