and you think you are so clever
it would sound profound, but for this inner warning.
keeping a heart beating requires more than life–
and living apart from the source of life
is the zombie-world of living death; wraith-like,
such existence is cursed, half-life, with no escape,
caught forever in the gravity-well of mutual self-destruction
where instant gratification reigns
with Hesperonian all-consuming tyranny.
what subtle and hideous vanity! what masque of pride
as patient love and loving ardor here disguised!
and you, with the pretense and swaggering surety
of the wronged lover, slighted, set aside
for some other love; but what would you know of it,
you who look on devotion and call it obsession,
mocking charity and chastity as weakness–
how perfectly nietzschean you are, a great blonde beast
on the prowl, stalking your prey…
but no, i shall not be on your menu today.