dust for your uselessness
all form and flow deserted
some scraped up time ago
goodbye to gutter glory
vacant you
your written doctrine spilled
it has turned sour milk poured out
behind the empty kay mart
you are standing empty too
empty beyond artistic use
sad to say there were no pleasant sounds you made
this lifetime maybe meant to represent
some story arc so abstract
so atrocious in morphology
mustering no glory
all four corners of the earth
leave this place of order for all
just like the plates foretold
far from your unfinished masterwork
you will particalize like sand
your sin of intellectic distance
the afterlife of glass