four stories

Less than the stress

is the distress of being,

and what is more here is a void

of this un-being.

All the treasures and past knowledge

need to be buried

and lost to be found,

when your eternity is at stake.

My myth is your alibi,

my myth is believable,

my myth is just a parable

of my last dying act.

Your face is familiar,

and your eyes are tired

of seeing the undefined sky

under which you feel safe.