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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