I who was one of the sons of God now dwell in dust;
God is the Merciful, the Compassionate, the Just.
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The world is being run on vogue words, clichés and outright lies;
And every virtue must be prostituted, or no one buys.
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There is a high lake in the snowy mountains to which I would airlift
All sons of bitches who mislead simple people by their gab’s gift.
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I am being killed by millions of beaks of words pecking at my brain.
Heaven is a place where words are few and soft—but heaven is man’s bane.
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I would wander at night along a wide, white empty beach
Glistening under a rising spent moon, beyond voices’ reach.
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It is not for memorial’s sake alone
That men hew likenesses of men from stone.
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We have all been faithful to Cynara in our fashion:
To our woman, our work, art, science, play—to each passion.
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When the screen of day was slid aside revealing night’s peacock-eyed tapestry
I took up my post of prayer—remembrance of my Beloved’s courtesy.
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How simple this business of love seemed to us at first!
Wine of kisses and pearls of tears—now blindness and thirst.
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