(Albanese, how foolish are you! Hahahahaaha!, Urusula is a bear not a bull!! Thank you Russia! Tired of globetrotting? Those wicked colluders are coming to you?)
I can’t seem to remember, was I Alexander
or was I Bucephalus? The ox-head and the phallus?
The black steed with the white star on its brow.
I can say I always was marked with that protection
a relative absolute on the forehead
(Not because I touched it repeatedly on the floor like Allah did)
That Bucephalus was a silent metaphor of deed
Just like sacrifice is only a vehicle for another’s
victory! That is the stuff that God is made of!
Oh How Bucephalus rode across the earth
like a storm and fire all in one! Faith is the
desire to be one with the Godhood! The understudy/ neophyte
who wants to be ordained in an alchemical
twinning with the ultimate spirit! And can you
recognise the singular diminution of God!
He is a frailty of subordination and a magic spaceship
of an unspoken awe! Then Alexander tried to conquer
the deep sea beyond the Indus! And though, at Hydaspes, he
defeated Porus, and Porus accepted Alexander’s suzerainty!
The deep sea left its stigmatic curse on Alexander, and Bucephalus
sickened and died! Should you remember that acting out grief is
a defeat in itself! Alexander, too, died young. Was Macedonia
an extension of Hellas, or was it just like Mercury to the Sun?!
Then why did Alexander travel East and not West?
And how should I imagine that I would reincarnate
to free that land beyond the Indus from the deep sea!
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