Round merry go world lighter than air.
The skin of a man taught to expand,
Assuming no limits, imposing no shape.
Plum helium dumb ruddy is he,
Without gravity in, a dirigible time.
The vector of death is expanding too-
He swallows every morsel to keep it at bay
Death becomes him, he can never catch up.
He can never stop talking, never be still,
There is always an unfilled moment to kill.
He's devouring the plot of an endless play
His hummingbird heart is shallow and fast
In the spell of acting, his parts cannot hold.
The stage fright of death
Can take him, only so far,
To a never quite reachable, nothingness.
