my vanity;
my crippling muse.
my joy unlasting.
my ephemeral pleasure.
—
i return to your
promise of love
to receive
only death.
—
your fountain draws me near.
i thirst for drink
to find only salt and mud,
on which no man is sustained.
—
promise of everything—
delivering nothing.
how weak are your riches,
how worthless your glory.
—
your dust has never
made a man clean.
t.w.