close one eye.

no wins, no mentions, so everything's out in the open.

You died

Starving

Not the only one

with a three second memory.

Scavenged treasure chests

deserve a sea burial, no less

opening the creaky hinge

I stare into (my own) greed already sunk

and then I walk you 9 storeys high

to plank you down in refuse

while you sailed your membraned globe

I was the lone constellation, the northern star

the one sailors of your kind worship, devouring

your radiance with beige palm-shaped clouds

when it pleases me -

yet darkness engulfs us both

I peer into my blinkered periscope and observe

how your scurvied skeleton surface

when I drop rusty depth charges that are

defused, with equal parts desperation,

disdain, and contempt

you’ve lost your bearings, and so too my moral heading

I remember now

what Guilt forgot

obfuscated under a childish grin of

smoke and mirrors and

a selective eyepatch.

what's your motivation?

everytime there's a slight, nurse that internal fury and fester it deep down inside, until an explosion into something beautiful. spurred on, just to prove everyone (and no one) in particular, dead wrong. there is, and must be, a universal arbiter. or just build the damned system that respects you.