it was said of me . . .

across the eternal city
god made me to be :
the one who
trysts eternity
perhaps if this was,
the end of the age,
and we were
the
      last
            ones
. left . here .
on
      our
            own
if i was abandoned
for what i believed,
so dearly
would you
still love me?
would you adore
my writhing gibe ?

just as alchemists alloy azyme
compounding salvation to baptize
remplissage of cold Versailles

if they debunked
everything i pride ?
could you honestly
pull the hatchet loose
and sacrifice, for me,
i
am
a - m - b - r - o - s - i - a
on the god's platter
why don't you come to?
free me
loosening
free me
for free ? (yes, it's hard, but am i
worth your fear ? )

understand
      for me
           please
                 so
                    simply

nothing can help me
it's your choice now
how will you choose?

>>>>>>>>>>>>

take the road which fits your palm
and in it lies the cusp of dawn
to where we stagnate after all
liberation is our realm