In a white space
He reaches for nothing
In fetal position
The world below him shifts
He has only ever found apathy
For the clouds he cannot touch
Entropy will never be met
That of a frailty belonging
To Err
To Human
Everything has been taken away
A prison
Made up of air
He cannot fear
Nor can He seek solace
Coronated by everything
He will never, ever see
An incarcerated king
Above beings He once founded
Braggarts who know
Of the stories
Poignant, yet justified
Because Man needs guidance
He will never experience
Life
Having lived only once
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