He wanted, most of all, to be
a part of something, but
something that had never existed,
a dissonance in an orderly universe
that was slowly devolving into chaos.
He was a shadow, seen only by day
and often ignored, not invisible, but nearly so.
He would soon emerge from the darkness,
welcome the day, the sun’s too brief
appearance, his footsteps would echo
a rift, a reverberation in the fabric of time.
From the caves of their fears, the alcoves
of their hope he would no longer be alone
and as he left, a gilded passenger
on a train to the station of their dreams
he would again be alive and not merely
a prisoner of the sun’s diurnal glare.