On Two Worlds Poem by Michael Reston

wouldst two worlds enter your eyes...?
mine and theirs..
that we may eat each other..
a feast upon worlds..

you are too savage for this one..
being sated by a glance at history
as I once did..

though to accept you..
speaking metaphorically..
you must be none to me,
though as many have been..

you must have usurped their leadership..
and still i can cast you out..
in that it happened earlier..

i hope not to be a king
not to be entrenched in your responsibility
but as all things were free to you..
i hope to be as all these things..

forgotten in your former life
remembered in your future
I stretched myself to think of us..

as heavy sun
that slow sinks
to brings anew enchanted morning