the gods in their glory,
                                i in my wonder,
dissipate in dull thunder.
                                      the stars
are no longer a moral compass
                                      but sinkholes
of silence.
               the unthinkable clarity
of darkness
           illuminates the inevitable.
the myths remain,
                         their meaning lost.
i remember them
                   to forget myself.
with your help
                  i become another distant star,
a bit
     of incomprehensible infinity.