The average-ness of Me
The worst I can imagine–
The bottom of the well–
My hope’s reverse condition–
My living, earthbound Hell.
Imagine what a horror–
Imagine how it maims–
When one is found less wonderful,
Than one has always claimed.
The nightmare of my consciousness–
The horror of my dreams–
To think I was superior–
The majesty that gleams.
And then to see one cloudy day–
Debris like leaves of tea–
The tragic truth that stains my life,
The average-ness of me.
