The Last One Poem by Christopher Soto

A fragment of the mind put forth into realities realm.
Giving birth to an idea once impossibly regarded
by all reason which inside me dwells.

I have thee dreamt and crafted in which by I regret with all powers I can grasp and authorise.
I condemn you to eternal darkness and vast imponderable sparseness
of matter which fill the gaps of empty space.

Scatter you maddened fiend of non-reason!
You negate all which logically falls in place
making your aim in life to drain and upon knowledge bring disgrace!

I've thrown to waste fluctuations in mind which left me blind for a time which I look back to no more.
Keep your distance well spaced between you and I.
For I'd sooner live and die 3000 times than hear your words
thine presence embrace, or merely notice destructions trace.

I must give praise to golden hearts
and categorise your beauty with works of art.
Perfection is but a concoction of the human mind
and still you've projected what was simulated in mine.

Alas, I've divorced heart from mind.
Leaving no potentiality of recurring troubles of this kind.
Those misapplications of the forces that power the brain
shan't ever be replicated, not now, not ever, till the day that I die.