Xanadu

The moth ramming its head against the porch light. The soft hallogenic hum. Searching for what would lie beyond it if it were what it thought it was. It’s battered head finally meeting it’s match, as it rests at the doorstep of man. The dead insects scattered below the glow. Man does not know the moth died, but he knows moths die. Icarus called at the sun, and Icarus answered as the sun unknowingly to himself. The sun can not speak. Foolish man, fool like moth. The light in the sky appears a taunted challenge and a challenge of such greatness deserves to be championed. The sun does not taunt you icarus, you reach for the stars but they wont reach back. They know not the fall of tiny men, the fall of tiny men does not concern the floating star. Stupid icarus, you smell of rotten moths. The oceans call to me. Salt on the air but the taste is dry. I want to lap up the sea like a dog. It is not enough to see it in the distance, I need to sync within it. The water in my cup does not amuse me. I seek the waves that crash on the shore, I seek the waves that cause spectacle, I seek the waves that swallow the lighthouse. Why would I leave the land that I return to so often if I need it as much as I claim I do. Am I a fish? My legs do not fit me. This costume is convincing, but it has convinced me too long. I think I am a fish, but I was made to think I was a man.The waves seek for a challenger and I should answer. The moth, the man, the fish, all spectacle in their pursuit of spectacle. The moth crumpled. The man fell. And I must drown. Icarus, did you hear the ground calling for you? Crying and screaming you slow down as your wings soared like a hawk? You were magnificent, glorious, shining, and as you died a spectacle. My feet on the sand, wet and heavy. The brine on the ocean, the ocean on my feet. Getting closer to this spectacle. The clouds are dark, but beauty does not leave me now. The thunderous crash of the waves contains the sound of mother nature herself. I can feel my chest floating. I have to swim the waves that swallow the worlds. And when I sink I only ask you “What cruelty have I deserved in my aspiration?”