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