Heyoka

Father, father, cleanse my soul,
Father, father, destruct me whole.
I am Heyoka-
The cursed clown, the shadowed jest,
Laughter masking chaos, mocking despair.

Foundations crumble, dust in the wind,
I sit in silence, stagnant, unmoved.
Rhodonite pressed to my chest,
My grave before me, my steps unmade.

The land is desolate; I am the void,
Free yet filled with spirits worse than before.
Go ipolaya-self-destruction looms,
A trickster ensnared by his own undoing.

Heyoka, Heyoka,
My years are but a contradiction.