Epilogue

At birth, even the most watered-down legends,

Long-implanted within our breaths,

Are there to feed the countless illusions

and engender a leading part
for every man.

One- inspired subtly by the destinies’ whims

and slowly rehearsed by utopian surrogates.

Next, a dressed reflection of a better half

Converts you into a deaf, blind devotee

Able to save a creed of wholeness

Despite the fact that no one is set free.

And from then on, and on, and on,

we simply shadow the voice closest to the heart

Winning us, time after time,

a divine right to call ourselves human

With the same pride it would make a forgivable error -

a still life;

Unframed, but also able to leave us paralyzed-

shattering our collapsed ego crumbs

Like some cutting-edge curse words

spelled backwards,

a self-destructive identity conflict

against the hazards of a starry, moonless sky.

Lately, everyone has found 

it takes only mutuality and synchronization

To be carried across the threshold of life

And be happy ever after, long afterwards

The mighty death do you part.