All those bloated rich that wave their mandibles
at some sorry bolshie youth
to say: "The universe doesn't owe you a living,"
as if he or she thin, idealist-sweetling
were an improvident spider, invested
in empty winds...
Well - Sol Invictus feeds the leaves, the algae, the plankton;
and those blood-suckers are a blot -
and a shadow of a bare hill with cruel crosses -
on his landscape of generosity.
I would like to see him rise up and deny these tyrants,
to see him shining on everyone but them;
those manipulators of dis-empowerment, disenfranchisement
cooling towards absolute zero while the masses sunbathe.
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Bare Shouldered
Puisi"The difference of high Sensations with and without knowledge appears to me this - in the latter case we are falling continually ten thousand fathoms deep and being blown up again without wings and with all [the] horror of a bare shouldered Creature...
