Anthropocentric Solipsism

From vast improbabilities, I cut limited potentials

Bring down whole forests into little parks

In which every tree I can memorize

Every leaf I can wither

I paint stars into men on horses

Since nothing unwritten actually exists

Keep long journals and shrink the days into paper

To be able to reach

I tame life

Until it is wide, calm and mundane

Rule out every possibility other than safe

Then I call it a day 

I kill every heartbeat

Dismember them into functional pieces, eat their flesh

Erect their remains on precisely shaped tree corpses

To make the days longer and nights fictive

To be able to touch

Distorting fates, redirecting rivers

No future unknown to me could be present

Every future within my gaze: Perverted

I decide what is us and ours

In this indecisive existence

Presume causes for inevitable outcomes

Crave-for the infinite and the eternal

To be able to grasp

I domesticate to linger