there are only two stories: the rise
and the fall.
there is no legend of the
coast along in the middle of life
doing just fine
just fine today thanks
for asking.
that man on the beach
call him me--does it matter who?
must look away instead
for the vector of his life
towards the multiplying versions
of his many births
his many deaths
his squalid unbecoming becomings
and his dessicated
inexorable
becoming unbecoming.
