I almost can't believe
that there's a concept
of self-belief
  to counter a hierarchical-
mechanisation of "god",
but nothing of grandeour
to be compensated
by the heavy dosage
of self-doubt...
rigour of the salat...
         god, being a secular term,
lazily cojolted, as Muslims pointed
out: a palindrome,
a prayer worth as much
as a barking heave of
of vowels seeking consonants...
a dry harking,
gnashing teeth grinding
fury of "dyslexia"...
   wet ooze of that...
ancient Rome is a myth,
as far removed from modern
Italians, as modern Italians
are removed from 20th century
ice-cream fascism...
no poet of the *****...
let me learn all the technical
disability terms while
you take the **** out of mine...
and then i'll ** ** ha ha
you into a granny *****...
bark doggy,  bark...
let's see the freedom
of speech become as
existentially oath binding to
continuum as a prayer rigour...
no matter the advances
in desenthysising the public...
that couldron of broth made
from chicken hearts dead...
the American drone can evolve
with A.I., as will the Afghani
heart, dig into the plateau,
fed less by an Iranian Fatwah
for some ****** writer,
and more, for a child-promise
akin to a landay...
       somehow, the heart will
entrench itself,
       confining itself to guiding
trenches like veins...
in a lunar plateau...
        now you **** ****,
or **** the next gene gambling
Hilga, valkrye!
       gamble = choice
will = chance...
               X = good luck,
or no luck at all...
    just the dumb persistence
of a bone-to-brick burrowing
buck.