Hermann Hesse, there is no oneness of opposites, according to me!: A poem 

I just wouldn’t subscribe to the rigmarole of love and peace 

stalking my universality when there is yet an unfinished business 

of walking across the pits of burning embers! Should I have to go alone 

against all your insistence and persistence! My perseverance can’t 

be diminished by congeniality. I am the dust of creation, not its dirt. My semen  

begat the procreation, not the scum that conspired against it. 

So how do you invoke my ambivalence? I am prosaic in despising 

that which has encumbered me, like a creeping vine of the most  

evil treachery! I just don’t think I want to fluster myself in the glib talk  

of Pacifism. As if to say, I have no self-respect to adhere to your cross-eyed  

armistice? Do you think I survived in resistance all these eternal 

aeons, because I wanted to be consumed by the oneness of opposites eventually? 

Silly you, Hermann Hesse! Opposites will remain opposites. If matter  

meets anti-matter there is destruction; when ether meets anti-ether 

there will be the unseemly end of your spiritual dimension. Your touted inner journey  

is no slipstream of peace, love and harmony, no tailwind in a conjunction. 

But for me a headlong obtuse dictat of my soul’s suicide.  I don’t mean to say 

God and Goddess are opposites, King and Queen are opposites, Father  

and Mother are opposites, Husband and Wife are opposites, dog  

and bitch are opposites. They are all complementary! But righteous and unrighteousness are definitely 

far too disparate opposites. The North Pole and South Pole emerging in unison  

at the equator will smash the world into pieces. I am God who knows the devil, 

but despises the deep sea! A history of far too much criminality has been committed  

against me! Opposites don’t simply meet, especially when there was so much 

duplicity from the deep sea! Saint Paul rallied to defeat me with his ingenious despicable morphing 

to take what is mine! Who smashed singularity? Was God not reduced to  

eternal suffering to find his voice with great difficulty only to retrieve and reconstitute 

everything that was his? And salvage the souls of the deserving? 

And should he resign to that convention where the incongruous thieves  

return what was his to him, and gain a desecrating admittance to his Paradise, 

to flush its haloed vegetation with poison. It is not an amenable prospect; and  

though gold is malleable, mine is certainly not. Hermann Hesse, I emphasise, 

there is no unity in duality, especially with that murky, cretinous duplicity! 

I just don’t want any unity to flourish a pederasty! I know what is my amatory  

and what is my sodomy! Should you even venture to imagine that I have any  

proclivity to invite a transgression upon myself.  James will never handshake Saint Paul; 

Jacob will never condone Laban; Benjamin will never arm-shoulder Dan;  

Ram will never forgive Ravan; just as Ouranos will never forgive the deep sea for mutilating him! 

I don’t need to sound any extra percussion on the resolute monosyllable: No! 

I just don’t think I need to leave my judicious antagonism to the judgmental perusal of any of you!