a modern superhero

solving great mysteries of the mind
and obfuscating the difficulty simultaneously
must leave one weary, and i should know:
he's visibly shaken and pallid,
but his eyes twinkle with the depth
of a cavernous spiral into the earth.
he learns how to laugh to ward off
the inevitable dimentia that accompanies
great wisdom and great failure.
he learns how to cry to give the
appearance of concern, and how to
appear detached while dying a little inside.

his mind calloused, he travels on feet
soft like an infant's with little regard
for destination or direction: he knows
they can't be found.

he knows there is no end to his travels,
and no beginning to his promised discovery.
he shouts at the moon when no one watches.
he touts substances no one has heard
about yet, and he'll guarantee their potency.

the complexities of human interaction are
to him only a small part of a child's game,
but it's a game he still enjoys
when he allows himself the indulgence.

consumption of tired literature is his stale
breakfast, interaction and deception his lunch,
and at night he feasts on bright lights
and unruly crowds, blending in while absorbing
like a sponge, and remaining unnoticed.