Time consumes all.
Stark towers.
Steel.
Stone and blood.
The bones and sinew.
Triumphal irrelevance.
Valleys of refusal and pain
Stone dead bodies and smoldering sinners
Stinking masses of tortured emotions
Long lost lives.
Existence is
A cosmos
Within the solitary bounds of
And empty beer can-
Floating on an endless sea of
Half-smoked cigarettes.
Existence relative only to itself
Is hell.