3482. MY MISRULE

 MY MISRULE

I am made of sterner stuff or will be anyway :

going up-river, what they say is fair. The stateside

mountaintop clinic will call me back. I am not to

be writing any longer for communication; this

will be, instead, the unrivaled marvel of all words

and feats : magical incantations thrown straight

down for living to be read by those dying. There

are none exempt from this rule.

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I will count your six yellow cups, your daughter's

better courage, the vestigial violence of each one of

your sons. They have parked their motorcycles in

the shed, but I have marked the doorways with some

paschal blood. And they will never leave again.

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I am a mysterious monster, made up so as to play

to the crowd, squirming seat-sitters in an audience

before me  -  all of flesh and blood. No one is

exempt from this rule.

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Everything is so powerfully unhinged; a misrule

of catastrophic proportions which pulls down even

the sun and the moon and breaks the arch of Nature's

back on tractioned rack of circumstance. Over and again

we do nothing but run from our shadows, which are chasing us.

Before us, the others, running on ahead, have already been

absorbed, right back in, by their own shadows which were

stretched out before them and which absorbed them back in.

It is all calamity in a devil's fool kingdom of disaster and strife.

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Your daughters will be robbed of all their virginal matter

and I shall stuff them full with mine : the very legend of

the Earth and the Moon will carry them off, in a swoon - 

we will bring forth our giant children again, and they

too shall marry the earth; they too shall marry the earth.

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I am a mysterious monster, made up so as to play

to the crowd, squirming seat-sitters in an audience

before me  -  all of flesh and blood. No one is

exempt from this rule, and they shall

never leave again.