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i translate the deep; what does God speak?
a little interference makes him whole,
when we, his creations, embrace what’s meek,
and prove that unity, now, is our goal.
i go, in love with all things, to my master,
my loving equal on the far side of this.
i stave off damnation and disaster,
forming, on my lips, a most savory kiss,
meant, in truth, for untold generations.
Thinking, moonshine, of the things i know—
the life i lead, and it’s transformations,
yielding a love that continues to grow.
So, tell me, dear heart, of the ones you meet,
when, at long last, you’re off to sleep,
and this yuletide girl sweeps you off your feet,
itching with promises she aims to keep.
We fall in the one behind the other—
got your message, and i’m happy to boot—
don’t look now, and i’ll take a lover,
hell and damnation, but the point is moot.
riding high on frequencies that, thanks to my service, are aligned . . . so i live in my untold corner of the universe, and there are infinitely many versions of me, each man, in his station, the pinnacle of God’s creation—no sector harbors a woman more fine, and, therefore, the fame i achieve is al-ready maximized—count me a king, then, of infinite space. We rendezvous with others after our many preparations, becoming, for fun, part and parcel of them—then, in His eyes, the light, within me, begins to emanate.
Solving, then, His everlasting mystery . . . how to stand on one leg at the top of the world, famous as it gets, as far, do tell, as the eye can see.