At Least Something... Poem by Oleh Wolansky

At least Something…
I

I was born into something (a relative term) for nothing.
I am but so many things: objects revolve around me like
Some invisible elliptical path around my mindscape.
Heartless at times, I take my vow of greatness;
Only to realize I am incapable of achieving palpable
Sensitivity to metaphysical deities.

I condemn myself to a glorious life of affection, affliction,
Affectation; in order to achieve the greatest gift a man
Can conceive. And that thing is: passing on my miserably
Twisted view of reality, in order to strengthen it once
It has passed thru.

I mostly doubt the vision of my significant
Self imposed prison of abstruse blather,
Driven by a desire to impose new laws on my will.
That choice will never be made.
II

Deafening chatter of contrition, boundless guilt from
Embarrassing experiences from some idiotic other-self,
Emotionally credulous from being beguiled by nothing from within;
Displaying temerity in the face of death, a fool in many other endeavors
By frivolous self-aggrandizement: A pitiful self-absorbed wretch fumbling
In the dark for a light for some meaning, driven again into irrelevance.

…as my mind-eyes melt out of my
Socket, I realize that no matter when or what demise
Fate ordains for me: I know I shall succeed
In changing the face of at least one facet of humanity, my own!