I wouldn’t reach out to the aquamarine moondust
For it has blood and a dagger behind its back
Would I then settle for the rubicund of the middle sun
Or for the citrine of its descending evening glow?
Or the mellow yellow sapphire of its morning light?
How should I know if the stars are pearly white or yellow galore?
I am just treading my way skirting love
in a pavilion that has the march of War?
Am I to gather my encumbrances of endearments around me?
Even as it gets traitorous without alarm sounds; catching me unawares!
I think, then, my means are justified against the contraptions of their device
Mustn’t I use the sword of my scruples against such sinister evil?
Am I expected to humiliate myself to the treachery, pretending it is humility?
You know Trump, my speaking the truth was returned with drugging me, a treatment order, and incarceration
Does it suit you that this ignominy is done upon me?
Who do you want to please? Which evil that transpires to bodygrab or vampiricise you?
The expression of my love or hate is no stalemate to deceit, no detente to treachery!
I assure you all that, though I am very, very tired, I can keep fighting for eternity!!!
I sing of love, in my aloneness and aloofness, as also in my warmth and friendliness
Even though the ocean of treachery is never distant from me?
Do you all see blind is love, as also blind is fury?!
So, don’t you all pretend you are blind to my truth and justice!!!!!
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