He strains to omit himself
Cruelly barred
From his treasured emptiness

The world flocks
For his hollow pastures
Draining their anguish
In torrents of vibrant shades

Through his pores
The earth lumbers on
In his daily blood
In his teary-eyed rut

Introspection retreats
Held off for another time
For now, the earth
Must hold sway
To spin its lofty tale

He strains to omit himself
Yet wavers
In the scornful height of day