How are you?


Of LoveTo love, even unrequited, is a thing with which I am familiar One which I often thought oppressed me Though now I know a greater tyrannyOf Love
You love me


Divine JusticeThere need not be an invisible hand Which, rising from the depths of the universe, Deals out divine punishmentDivine Justice
There need not be a distinction between Divine love and divine justice Heaven and Hell are but mechanisms Which we thrust ourselves into Not in some untold life that carries on after us But right now
Heaven and Hell are the stuff of our own creation They rejoice in us Or they ravage us But they do not come from some invisible hand; They are of our own creation Though that does not diminsh their reality


Your CosmologyYou told me it was the eye of God Plucked out, turned back to that perfect form That sung the divine harmony Which rang through the left ear While the other eye, seeing that severed part Spoke eloquently, the eternal logos Falling on the right earYour Cosmology
So were born the muses of art and music Math and language From the organs of being Out of the systems of becoming Longing to reunite with the frame of the divine But instead found themselves all stitched together in facsimile Weaved into the tissues of your mind. I tell you this: It is a convincing imita


Of a DreamWhen we were housed in hostile territories Sharing rooms with violent strangers Far from the company of friends You made me feel at homeOf a Dream
When my posture struggled under cold gazes I leapt on that armchair, proclaiming myself a madman Much to the dismay of the shocked ladies of sensibility It was then you never loved me more
It would not be until later that I saw I was the stranger, the critical lady The madman and even you, my lover; Yet still I seek you out in other flesh.


Sea StormsWhispered sighs are the breath of the seabreeze A little ways inland, playing hard to get, chased inSea Storms
By a storm that tore up the coastline and left
Drowned ships in its wake, all wrecked somewhere
Along a rocky shore where a little lighthouse
Failed to save the day one hundred years ago.
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Little Saturn GodShe eats up the sky Tearing at cream puff clouds Devouring the world into a mindless existenceLittle Saturn God
She sits on the moon, Licking the world like a lollipop We all watch her, amazed at this gigantic, bitter faced Plump reincarnation of god Penetrating us with her forceful saliva Until we collapse in a world of her breath and her stomach cancer
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"What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset." Crowfoot, Blackfoot warrior and orator 1830 - 1890
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