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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