Give him a piece of me
Let it burn down his gullet like a mouthful of gravel
I am galactic, colossal, benign but on fire I
see into a man's soul and scorch what's inside,
Nothing, no one owns me
But just for a moment, let him think that he does.
Let him populate me with his foreign flesh
Have a taste of its treasures
Time is on my side, it moves ever-forward and never deviates
from its slow, unending march and soon enough
I will have the upper hand.