I jerked off over the Virgin

and Isis and Lilith


and all the other names

of feminine principles that are one pole


of the string our guts adorn

but why me? the age-old question


of the ignorant chosen one

who stumbles through hell after hell


for what divine fulfillment?

for what resolution of what infinite purpose?


it is not our to ask

but only to suffer accordingly


for the One whose love goes no further than

what instrumental value we have and


what crazed aspiration we tarnish in our blasphemous raving?



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