The Last Man

As such
I am nothing and yet I am everything,
I am the last man.

Devoid of torso, head, or hand
I am a piece of sky,
brick piece, rag, glass bead
I am left out on a dung heap.

I am agony, longing,
I am sunflower,
I am the roaring sea of
sprouting moments of existence.

I am the silent echo
of a boat moored alone,
I am the passenger of
the boat on which you sail.

I am the sail, I am the sailor
I am the torpedo.

Breathing reference,
People live here.
I am alone with the epoch
and that's why
I am silent.

As such
I am nothing and yet I am everything.
I am the last man.