a sleepless monster
showering in snow
sober, and drawn
from the pulsing night
he tethers his feet
to an endless road
and plows, breathlessly
to the river's edge
through it's foggy
and merciless glow
he has fallen in
gasping and drowning
in the multitudes
screaming to the sky
from a sea of stars
the onlookers stare,
and clap, and yawn.
judgments are made
but no one cares.
he doesn't drink,
or smoke,
or hunger?
he is inept and fumbles
with words?
he is nothing
but a whimpering animal
with a ridiculous
and impossible fantasy
caged in a dark
and petulant shroud
a silent weakling
who's roaring loud
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