I look at all the defeat in the portfolio of my past
And think how much of it was due to the sabotage
of my truths?! I undress and see myself naked as age,
like a moulted divine serpent; and think, change can
be so wrong, because a tiger is always unwilling to
change his stripes. But the tiger can be locked up in
a cage in a circus troupe, if his love asked that of him!
Persistence can also be a response to insistence.
I know I have a mighty glory in all the demeaning of me,
Even every ignominy is a fuel to greater humility.
How many times does God have to die, true love(?), when
belonging is always a risk of an entity in the camps of the enemy!
I am just sober with wisdom and sublimity. I am just inebriated
with passion and purpose. Look at the conflict this soul has to
endure, that he must be made malleable to his murderers, one
way or the other. I want to put my washing in Washington,
but all my trumps can end up in diminutive down twos and threes
in the bargain. Is there defeat for everything and everyone I
uphold, I ask the Supreme Court? Even Moscow could lose its
cow! I hate the hypocrisy of Canberra, anyway. The swagger
of the Left I wager in every embattlement of my conviction!
Truth can only get me defeat, so what do I taylor-make, Paul or
Pauline? It is always God on the cross not Jesus, by the wickedness
of men. Yes, the evil that men do lives with them for eternity, and even
after them! Ban Al, is that Allah or something else? Do you think the
past is much Paradise, between ram and goat? David is your six-pointed
star that of Venus? Mohammed your Moon is mad as a meteor marooned at Mecca!
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