beauty of my hell

space on a diamond in time

in my arid garden

come and see the

hewn lair of onyx

through a veil of cunning

here the salient are tormented

by a temporal pariah

no asking no wanting

when obdurate I do as they say

without a rose

to every miscreant I would lie

I love this self

never give it up

for the hereafter.

You will see it


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