Untitled (Parts 3, 4 & 5) Please Comment (Read Untitled 1 & 2 First)

Please read "Untitled" (part 1 & 2 first) 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