Please don’t rob me blind
Of all my beautiful truth…
And I pray of you do not—
Compound such a transgression
So unspeakably that
You’ve left me bereft of
Our most vital core of pure-grade hope…
Hope that…
That Beautiful Truth did at some point
Now past exist
Hope that…
That if only the gods would grant us such small favor
IT would absolutely again someday
Flash-bang back into existence again…
And when it finally did the whole damn endeavor
From seed to final reaping
Would so proud & humble rise—
For all eternities’…
Truly beautiful

…To commit the latter—
Most transcendent sin
Is to give birth to the most profane & unholy of
All creation:
The mindless rags of a once wild & free
Holy spirit
Rent asunder and left to…
Animate the hollow living picture
Of something formerly alive & lovely

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