Did your rapine take my intrepidity?: A poem 

Do you think I am Nemo washed out in your ocean? 

I could command an atrophy in your swirling waters 

You are only deluded by your powers to deceive 

I didn’t chrestomath from the armies of wicked Nautilus 

I shudder in repulsion, but I still walk along the banks 

with the knowledge every Pangea split wide open 

has a distinct memory in its dissembled parts 

I feel the dust of aeons falling like snowflakes around me 

And my word is no writing in the snow to be melted away 

And it is no inscription on the shore to be washed away 

I can tell you that my love is only reposed in its originality 

There can be entrails in the farthest spaces; but my belief 

is a circle and centrifuge that acts to return and not retract 

You think you can have everyone at your beck and call?

I can make a lion out of each of your voodooed dolls! 

Don’t undermine my patience; and don’t presume my humility is your free-for-all! 

Your relentless rapine hasn’t taken my intrepidity  

You also can have my mockery with each cup of your treachery!