(I couldn’t be bothered wanting your fucking definitions of my aspirations! I don’t want any shit from the deceivers who mutilated me! Just get fucked! I have no left wings! Get fucked you imposters, that took what is mine, and want to instill a silence upon me, so that you can defraud me with your thieved (from me) offerings and propositions! Get fucked Albanese! Get fucked Richard Marles! Get fucked Penny Wong!)
Did I think love still hung around my universe’s arc
feeling for me in my splintered galaxies, wanting
to still cherish the flesh on my bones, after the sodomy I suffered?
I kept believing like an eternity that entertains hope
even as its light gets distanter, and its love becomes
a flicker. If pain can be soothed by persisting memories?!
You have only an illusion that everything is ajar, but how was
it flung open; when the only laissez-faire was in the evil?!
But your bonafide is older than the oldest stars, greater than
any space that unfolds even in the farthest regions!
Because you fathom nothing can outreach you!
Their expanding and ensnaring and impostering and, worse,
bodygrabbing, cannot overshadow the fabric of you,
in your belied history, in your stonewalled perpetuity,
in your rapined dignity; but also, in your luminous intrepidity?
Have they sworn you to the ashes, the urns they think
have bequethed your sublimity to their posterity.
I’d like to tell them there is not even a shade of shimmer
that I guarantee to their shame! Let them believe that I
am ashes! I just know that they can never take God’s soul;
It is only for a moment that I repose in ashes, and then, I am forever Phoenix!
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