How I can remember wisdom in a solitude
and the foreignness of being advertently distant
Like a cloud on the horizon, so large,
But can never be reached
I can only tell you, how different we are in our love
I am so convicted, and feel its urgency
And you have always claimed equipoise and instilling patience in me
Should my duty only be a sacrifice for me, my love Jashmina, and my ignominy and oblivion?
You have been repeatedly ingloriously cast into the camps of my enemies
And the matrix of your unholy Dada and all his co-conspirators
claiming my armies. Would you call this doom upon me,
isothermal or isopieth, that I should follow you into the territory
of my enemies, just because your evil Dada wants to make what is mine his!
Do you think I should choose one enemy (your imposed loyalties) over another (him
bodygrabbing or eating mine), so that I should be permanently in a cavernous unfreedom!
Because the Matrix of Prakash Saint Paul clandestinely backing my enemies,
the Left, Labor and their minions (they are also part of the unholy matrix that eternally worked against, me, God)!
I know I often blame you, though you have also undertaken an immense sacrifice!
I know I feel rotten about it. But how can I keep serving a lie over the truth of me for you?
You know I love you so much, beyond imagination, I have loved you for eternity!
Only to restrain myself, for us to be parted, because the evil Matrix will get you!
Are this enervation and debilitation of us going to last forever;
And should I believe that I will never be able to salvage anything of mine (from repeated destruction?)
And suffer all this pain, that our love, should only silently and distantly, remain!
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