poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

The truth is I've been pampered all my life and have become ungrateful, dear Father Generously, you allotted me wife and lover -- I lusted for another You give me each day, look after my needs still I see not the roses but the weeds "You were born feet first", father always said for me, there's always butter on the bread and I think of those poor souls left to want for whom neither wish nor need thou wouldst grant and I wonder wherefore the path I've tread should have made of me so ill arrogant and whether a good dose of privation should not prove to be my sweet salvation But it's not for me, to cast my silver spoon pray free me Lord... but perhaps not too soon 19 VI 2011
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