Prelude

In all myriad of possible chances,
On how unlikely you have been
To discover such an obscure place
Buried deep under the cesspool
Among the unprolific and the ubiquitous:
The unpopular and the nonsensical;
It was no accident that you are here.
My frozen heart and soul touches
The blazing hearts of the reader
With feeble voice and shortened range:
A despaired mind filled with genial thought
Of self-righteousness and self-absorption
With one pang from your seething soul
Shall grant me benign eternal fire
That shall thaw this frozen heart
With your burning endeavor
From your responses and flattery
That seems belittled but precious
To the forsaken poet and his chilling poesy
of grave nothingness and haunting vanity.