Objective Lens

One of billions hungering

For lightning to the thundering

Sharing every piece of mind

Now starving for a peace to find

On earth, in truth, in life and death

A poet since I first drew breath

A picture of a world so cold

Then hung it from my frigid soul

As old as time is nothing new

As empty as the sky is blue

I look at clouds, I just see clouds

I raze my flags, I just see shrouds

It makes no sense, this realist art

It makes no love, this abstract heart

For Mona Lisa still remains

Inside my Jackson Pollack brains

But should I shine my starry nights

She'd merely see the faintest lights

Of supernovas never known

Alone I claim this black hole throne