In the after-dark, when the inner light comes closer
Like a shadow that refuses to stay clear of me
And I invite haloed substances dropping like
crystals of manna from the skies, as if the stars
were shedding, ceremoniously, their leaves on me!
And I discover a food that can be imbibed and not eaten.
I am a gallantry like Gallahad envisioning and knowing the Holy Grail
I have my dear secrets, in a while, like a mirror
that wakes up other infinite dimensions when peered
through another mirror; and I, thus, know myself.
I dispassionately cast dust on the ones (or two?) they all liken me to be
But I will never let them exorcise my spirit, to be possessed by evil him (or them)
For, he (they) vilely cast me in the deserts of irredeemable treachery
from which I may never recover or be free!
I look at the perennial colours of the Kingfisher
who wants to make the primordial fish what it eventually must be!
The shapeshifters must not get a chance to preclude their primeval nature!
So we must, thereafter, all live in the prevalence of an abundant spirit
floating from the seams back to a sacred originality!
Do you all think I am pernickety about destinations or I am prudently judicious?
Would you all like to wallow your eternal will in sin?
I know my candidates; you must prefer them without option at the altar of destiny
I have preselected them and, thus, there should be no anti-election!
I am not going to be perpetually nauseated by the hand-outs of inferiors!
You must all know my prerogative if you all want to survive and live!
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