I am sounding something to you all! Watch out!: A poem

Do you think I feel with certainty that the Universe

was created with Atum-Ra’s wanking one night?

And that he lost one eye soon after! I feel the pain

of Horus, dark after dark, in his eternal quest of

seeking justice, when there is none to have against

Seth’s onslaught of morphing and abduction. We live

in an age where the desire to preclude divine justice has become so

imminent with the powers that be, because they fear

the perniciousness of evil! I see the prevalence of dusk

in such empty fake candour! Did I once say my colour was blue?

Was the point of singularity blue? If it were to betray me?

What colour am I? I cannot conjecture! I cannot fancy!

Whim was never my colour, and I’d like the tide so far out,

that its staid blue, or green, or aquamarine, or any colour that

it suits itself with at any point of the day, does not perturb me!

I haven’t been able to pluck my right eye out of the sky, yet!

The eye I lost when I was barely one year old! Thank you, Libra?!!

And I call myself righteous?!! And who can question that?

Not the ones who intimidate me at least?!! But that leaves me

wondering who my friends actually are? Not that you spared my

ring finger (when I was eight) or my right wrist (when I was seventeen),

Libra?! And would you even consider my desire to relay to you my immense

rancour at the failure of justice? Not that I would relent to seek an option in the dirty criminal

Saint Alban, Pope Clement the V or Ananus ben Ananus, in any case! O Dad, I ask you,

how can ever justice be done? There is only the hijacking! There is only the rapine!

Must I be prone to forgo everything I aspire for, or recklessly destroy

everything without even the thought of my salvaging even the

things I cherish! The ever-famished one would rather eat and bodygrab at the

same time, and he has his accomplices, both my enemies and friends ( for my friends fear him,

sadly, and scapegoat me in the bargain). Jashmina, how can I even care that

you love me in the wake of so much betrayal? Do you recognise my colour when I myself am blinded

in its glare of love and hate? Was Delilah blue or red? What colour was Sarah, or

my paternal grandmother, who was my wife and bore my children? I should swear to you all,

by all my reincarnations, that your proclivities are not my priorities! I can damn you all

with one ultimate percussion of universal beat and end it all for you all, without

batting an eyelid!!!! I am so sui juris!