my path was set, unaltered
no vague or toilsome route
triplicating tide hollow mastery
it was stale, no retribution
laboring beyond travail
never a slave made freedom
rather, he took it as his own
written on the white of an eye
no lie, a mesmerizing truth
a wandering composition
of pages piling and words unwritten
the brilliant warm of mystery
reflecting a light bulb luminary
under a boiling hot sun
smiling as a jack o' lantern
hydrogen fusions combust and flicker
words exploding are written quicker
and the idol became disgraced
grinning its malicious smirk