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III

Never are the odious so aware
Of their shortcomings as when facing Madonna
      	so fine and fair
My Madonna...
I sat reflecting while inspecting my Madonna
As she twirled a lilly in her hair
while playfully directing
a meandering blind holy men
in the avenues of America
seeking, Athens 
as if expecting
	Virility
		Fertility
summer twice a year 
standing with basket
desperate to catch, a muse's tear
insolent, in eclipsed brilliance

In the elongated, exaggerated
shadow of dead poets' illumination
here I stand as a shadow against truth
Subjected to my piety in blinding ruth
Do stars they gazed on still remain 
glistening through the cosmic, extragalactic plains
or does just the light now travel
fleeing some still darker stain
a requiem and universes' past
or 'haps an epithelium... 
as we children are told
"that mystic things in time remain" 
reflecting on waters still lustrous
Reflecting over all the tributaries of the Mississippi

A generation lost
and I -- lost in hindsight
Rage, rage and endless blight
in dreaming escape day n' days of 
a lifetimes endless death, in love 

IV

To their reflected desires
of my own as well
	Obsessed
		Obsessed
to Consume the night
and empty nest

To Madonna's purity and ideological reflection
But how can I convince divinity’s rejection?
Should I wish the atomic explosive asunder –
Universal extraction; Infinite blunder
Once and finally to come across
The cosmic oceanic ebb
Its odious and conduit web
If only to immerse my head 
Beneath the transfigured river bed
Deep in Heavens ethereal spring
Where chained like the sea
I in sleeping shall sing
...or dream of singing sweet, to thee

V

Singing here like the burning Arnaut
And Romanticism last fleeting thought

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