You know Jashmina, maleficence is not my munition!
Neither is fakeish foppishness my fortress! I am certain
that peerless purity is my beauty! Even though no one believes
there is anything as pure as can be! Can my purity be
undermined by my angst about you? Did my sacrifice
for you be screeched into verbosity? You know that it was a
silent edifice for all eternity! Only, sometimes, a brevity
in my poetry? Did you find the bravery to defy fear and tyranny
in return for my love? I know that Delilah loved Samson even
in her deceit of him! How could she have chosen that the pillars
and the turrets of the temple shouldn’t fall on the treacherous who
blackmailed her against Samson, then?! I followed you to every sector of the Universe;
and to every section of the globe, since I came here, and then you followed!
Should this be an eternal steeple chase, where I jump over the hurdles,
to land into the water, and choose to run still! The Peloponnesian Marathon has
been run everlastingly without any sign of victory! Am I to die of exhaustion
like Spiridon (even he at least tasted victory before he died)?
You must have noticed that my spirit never died, and never ever died in my love
for you (even after intervals of all that dying))! Do you understand that I need the resonant
materiality of love as well, or should I only repose in the spirit of love? Do I need
to know that even your weapons against me are a vindication of me?
And should I believe that you actually are weaponising secretly against
your evil Dada. Because you still hear my poetic urgency, even though
commutantly you are so distant and aloof and beyond bounds for me!
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