Poem Of Tamed Tantrum

Of schadenfreude,
Of chastity,
Of blasphemy,
. . . . . Of triple taboos.

There, born all of us
hiding between grinding tooth & tounge
falsify our wedding
to the beautiful sin!

Of mirth,
Of grandiose,
Of opulence,
. . . . . Of dot dot dot?

Wake up, basilisk!
Stone the mind
as it’s too fluid
with thoughts of
hell, heaven and between
it forgets
that we’re no god
no capitalization
to anyone

Of poem,
Of opera,
Of paintings,
. . . . . Of which can ellaborate life.

In ways that
won’t fade it.

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