Sometimes, I think I can break every moment
like a walnut, in the nutcracker of my mind!
As if I was some kind of Shivaite entity, the cosmos
like paper crunching between my fingers
And I don’t need to draw out its entrails
becuase at the point of my destructive force, I am disinterested!
I am not obsessed with the villainy of others,
but just needing to do what I must, in obligation to duty
Did they ever feel ashamed that they respond to my sincerity with such intense evil?
I know patience has lasted so much longer
and I still feel restrained to snap it all out, finish it off!
Would you blame me Dad? You and I have traversed
every disgrace with the eye of contention, believing
that there are pearls in every bead of sweat we shed!
And when it came to every matter of head, I knew
these villains were always trying to take you away
from me! We know the aggression, you, my dad and son,
bore witness to! And we kept ourselves above those murky waters!
We have loved too much, and expressed so little of our grief
of having to stake all that we love. I hear a universal voice
shouting from the clouds, the mountains, the farthest
spaces that we could imagine as well as the nearest. Because in every
departure, there is a nearness, so near, that dimensions breathe
like walls transcending time and space and becoming a warp
that is so confounding and, yet, so comprehensible, that it cannot be
expressed only sensed. And I know that I am never parted
from you. There are traitors, transgressors, and treacherisers.
This world seems like it cannot exist without them; we only have
umbrellas to keep away that incessant rainstorm
to keep or spirits insulated from being ignobly dampened and drenched!
(Fuck you Anthony Albanese, you have no right to my creativity or my blogsite! GET FUCKED!)
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