Stone

I was careful with the care
of my gigantic aspirations 
once upon a time, 

based on their size,
irregular borders, and
fragility.

No more.  I’ve made them
smaller and harder. No more
are they built upon

some improbable dream of
fame; not focused upon legacy.
They’ve lost the glassy

shine and brittle
enormity of grandeur.
What I’ve settled on instead

is a longing for invisibility.
To become a stone underfoot
in Evil’s path, kicked aside

after breaking its stride;
better still, to be tossed through
a mansion window

in the Last Battle; best of all,
to be one small piece buried
in the foundation of the Next World.

I aspire to be forgotten
but sturdy. Absent,
indispensable. Insignificant, solid.