The Antherian

Hello, I’m pleased to meet you. Don’t bother with my name. I am like any other— are not all men the same? There’s nothing in my thinking. There’s emptiness in my eyes. There’s echoes in my hollow heart. There’s death within my sighs. I am no longer one who lives, that time has passed me by. I am no longer one who gives, after I learned the lie. You will not long recall me. O please! You think I care? You will not long here stall me. I appraise, but ne’er stare. Call me the Antherian. It means nothing to you. And then at last a name will pair, with meaning that is true. 20 May 2016