I drove down the social spirals  Towards inferior eternities  Still Clutching the ideal-  The masks of fabled greatness  Men like gods?  Humankind is insignificance  Personified    Memories fade  Burned to death by futurity  Legacies vanish  Consumed by worms  What is a drop to the storm  that bursts it?  Meaningless wretch of the womb  that birthed it    My spiral dance complete  I hail the rushing earth    Ophiuchus...    Men like gods (you are weak)  Hail the rushing earth  Spiral dance complete  Hail the rushing earth    The inexorable conquest-  I stare at my cremation  Its yearning, cleansing flames  As cinders, ash and dust  Become the extent  Of my remains...