Ode to a Concrete Shoe Statue

Sitting is appealing
yet fixed and frozen
are the ways of delusion:
sit, in preponderance
as blissful as a solipsist,
canonized by a mere intention
to be:
this is a shoe never worn,
unused,
an invisible sadness cowering deep,
promising Stars empty threats
of retribution,
foot folded separately
like an impossible chair.