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

I would convince you, Lady Chaos manoeuvre you with skill and cunning abuse you, with dexterity force your hand until exhausted, coerced in brutal manner your surrender were guaranteed I would have you take my religion in your heart, betray your gods, ancestors to become my convert, a captive in the thrall of my inescapable logic but such is my conundrum, little one that in victory I would slay thee who art my salvation and my torment thus we shall stand on distant shores for there are no wins and no booty nor for me hope. perhaps next time 'round. 7 III 2010
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