I am just levitated in levities: A poem 

(Thanks to evils like Anthony Albanese and Prakash Saint Paul!) 

You know, how can I love so much 

when love can only be a folly to loss? 

Do you think it is my fault, to wear my heart 

on my sleeve? I only beget pain when it takes leave! 

Do you think my love is a besottment that should be punished? 

I don’t think my love should be impeached. 

But, in fact, there should be a Bertillon System 

of rounding up the actual criminals and murderers! 

Or are the jurors and policemen all as much as imperious 

as the criminals who have garnered the power to inflict? 

So, you think what you perceive as justice is only your punishment! 

I have always dreamt before I slept 

for, I don’t trust my dreams in sleep 

They are like a vast ocean, so still 

that is waiting to drag me into the deep 

Like walking unsuspectingly into the woods 

where a lusting python has already measured my size. 

And should I speak and my words be manipulated against my will? 

Did you think these upholders of democracy respect your free speech? 

Do you think God thinks that water is absolution? 

Would he inform you the first spark of fire came from his ether 

Water was only his subjection after the primordiality! 

The watery Saint Paul wants to compel me to anoint him with sacramental condoning 

He can keep hoping; I will never be forgiving him! 

I am not willing to share this kind of baptismal affirmation  

And I certainly don’t belong to a Church that was hijacked (from me) by Saint Paul 

He moults like a morphing beast, each time a roll call is called out 

I don’t even think I share kindred feelings with Saint John the Baptist, 

what with his obsession with water! 

I don’t even want to liaise with Sapiens men or fish! 

You think that the rest of us are all vulnerable to the gnawing(?) 

I have memories that are more than epitaphs on graves of past lives 

I am like an enduring eulogy to myself! 

I know my rights! And I certainly don’t (and never did) belong to the Left 

How would I have wandered in a desert for eternity, 

when Saint Paul takes my loyalties; so that I should only wallow in levities? 

 I am only bereft, since I resist from choosing to be Left 

And I don’t have any choices that my love is partitioned 

And I am not going to have it any other way, if it is made mendacious! 

I am a flame, but I don’t want any candle 

And though I breathe the night, I don’t prefer its pale-faced stalker 

I just don’t think I prefer to possess my loves if I have to show solidarity with any evil 

So, I’ll keep waiting and waiting and waiting….