Chasing Him
I hunt his essence in wooded plots Hoping to get wind of his Ventôse flames Desiring the key to what was behind The decrees of life But he eludes me at my approach A white streak maybe of gold And nothing else remains Of his guillotined body Only memories Tainted by rivals bloodying him So I must pursue truth And Nature and the Institutions He beckons in the air Intoxicating me with promises To share his core But when I arrive He evaporates into dust To fill the centuries and skies And my heart forever breaks




















