Last of the Ascencion (Verse) - 4
Memesis
He angled himself toward what could not be seen—
as if effort revealed truth.
She watched—
as she always had.
“You speak without listening.”
“Do you hear yourself—
before you betray yourself?”
“I try.”
“It talks a lot.”
The wind corrected him—
swift, precise.
He accepted it—
because he could not refuse it.
“I warned you.”
Softer now—
which did not mean kinder.
“You seek power you do not need.”
“You mock what you claim to want.”
“Even shadows learn—
the shape of desire.”
He almost understood—
which was worse than not understanding.
“I’m sorry, but—
are we done here?”
He waited for consequence.
None came.
Silence held—
not empty, just finished.
If she knew—
he would not still be standing.
Obedience hovered—
a path he chose not to take.
Not today.
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