A.B. Jakobsen

Inadequacy

Every morning I stare into his eyes

Eyes that have seen the dark universe yawning

And with the morbid chill of his penetrating glare

 I shiver at how far his fancy flies

Who’s stories might one’s sanity impaire 

I fall to shame at my own inadequacy 

When in presence of masters of yore 

Framed and throned upon my wall 

For I myself am what I most abhor 

As I realize I’ll never match his legend

To his immortality I am deeply in thrall

 

June 26th - 2023