what crest shall i rise upon
what death shall i undergo
to reach the snowy land of wisdom
gnosis persists like a stone
nothing can tire it
yet i am broken and weary to my bones
i release into gravity’s rainbow
poetry, ha what vanity
prose is the only master here
i use syntax like you use disaster
through this curtain
i am uncovering everything
you use me like a fox
i use you for mending my socks
pockets of vitriol hung in stockings
we might as well change the locks
before the burglar attacks, again
indeed she cries, I’m tired of your lies
descended from those ancient spires
you only claim to be a man
that's when I felt the need to reply
at least i don’t deny you your pride