I’ve scoured the plateau
The paramount of myself
Starved of all hope
Unfilled
And softly waning

The dry, mourning earth
Cracks beneath my treads
In each new ground conquered
Taken, with heartache and distress

My flat conquest erodes
As others peer high
Hungrily climbing
With desperation and might

Their towering structures
Circle my dismay
With shadows closing in
For the final, merciful kill

I’ve scoured the plateau
And have retained nothing
No lectures for the morrow
No truths I can stomach to preach