In my legendary legacy is a legato; I ask you all where is your legspace?: A poem 

(Anthony Albanese, I don’t think your criminality should get away with the retribution you deserve; and even if you get away with it in this lifetime and you think you can attain your triumphs, my curse is on you for eternity! And comeuppance comes, believe you me, at some point in destiny! You may not rue, regret, confess, or self-admonish, you may not want to suffer for your crimes; but your crimes will always haunt you!) 

Would I say I knew, at once and eternally, the fabric of space; 

That I, while floating in an endless time, was a starlink,  a bridge 

between every construct of the universe? Would I be a wormhole 

between binaries and algorithms in the numerical expanse of  

creativity? Would I be the ultimate question and answer? Would  

I be the genius behind every genus and genre that culminated the skies? 

Would I be the most ancient petroglyph of form, as well as a continuing  

paradigm of existence? How long do I remain a child? How long do  

I keep being nascent, as I grow older, so antiquated, that they call 

me an overexisting web, even if I have no fondness for spiders?! 

You can see I was beckoned into a gravity and gravitas, not by my  

own doing, but by the criminality of others. So should I say that I 

unsheathe my swords in silence and reluctance?! Does everyone encounter  

evil the way I do, or they just have an inclination to subsist and not 

resist? How can I comprehend my being the substance of comprehensions 

when I myself have been so horrifically misunderstood or barely understood 

by all the constituents of creation that I sought to salvage. I leave 

realisations to metaphors or silence, that I spew in gardens that 

have not known sunlight, but borrowed light; not known organic fodder,  

but soil-despoiling fertiliser! Would you believe if I told you all that you  

have hardly recognised your follied agony in inviting an evil as your peace. 

That I have only flouted every law, abrogated every imposed contract so 

that truth should be freed from the caverns you have alleged as hells; 

when you all only impotently and submissively aspire that the world should be profligate  

by a facaded good-intentioned but actually malevolent motivated strange and alien unnatural evil!