Road's End

The road led here,

but it leads no more..

This slab does little justice,

the epithet: a mocking understatement

to the enormity of an ethos,

an era-defining desire to expand spiritually—

a perennial reinvention of the soul.

Miles inevitably run out, odometers read “zero”—

is this the tortured end you so prophetically feared:

the darkness eternal, suffocating

—the curse of inertia—

kinesthesia’s bane?

The holiest of ghosts & goofs have decorated and decried

their various misrecognitions of you.

Yet, I see the maw that devoured you;

feel the frenetic blood fury that spurned you—

Yet, I stand alone above you,

six feet from ever truly understanding anything

at all.

One road ends, another begins..

I’ve doggedly traced your frantic footsteps for years,

treaded the very infinities you defined—

yet this loamy road is yours alone,

and it is here our paths must inevitably

diverge.