Fascinating, charismatic, convoluted man,
Brooder and artist and drifter of refine,
Man of moods, extreme and intense,
Unapologetic of the selfishness of putting them foremost.
Restore normalcy and sanity, he oft was advised.
“Deadness and aliveness define black and white,
Life exists in the frustrating grey,
Why hold onto that which disappears as errant smoke,
Anchor instead to the severity of the extreme”, he replied.
Convincing him with reason was a Sisyphean task doomed to fail,
She tried sporadically in an attempt to still her mind,
But his glory was his suffering,
And he held a vise-like grip,
On past follies and foibles and paradigms once-defined
He reveled in their shape-shifting
Watching boundaries realign
And persuaded one and all that:
Pain was his riff;
The melody of his life;
Rescuing him was fruitless;
An un-him centric chore
Agony, frenzy, ecstasy, suicide,
It was his choice to live on edge,
A wondrous, if inexplicable life.