Passing Stranger Poem by passing stranger

I took the dog to the hills to try
to burn the burger kingdom flag
to tell myself no cornering lies
and ground the flint around me
into the dust of low key dreams
to wrap in only moments,
all my insignificance

the big men’s appetite for time unquenched,
in the cul de sac they push
Their plans for immortality
Shaped to hide and styled to blind

I am no barren plain said I,
But this sun is just a single sun
In the hurling night of specks
Not even mathematics can prevail

Take all the grinding teeth
from all the oceans of the world
and crew your schemes with truth
bring honour that will satisfy
to the universe you’d claim
or forge your puny gods from self
-I said, to set myself apart-
to clothe the hole of cowardice,
your losing race from nothingness

but how prettily becoming are
excuses raised to towers
from the littlest of lies

Yet sans the lies a licence waits
-Whichever way I turn and twist-
To authorise them all
For not one thing is less or more
Than any of the rest

The dog reverts to hunting down
its origins and ends
and nothing gained or lost, we are,
in all the noise that floods the mind,
that spills from tongues
like flames from stars
a zero sum in flux