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Uploaded by on May 16, 2009

Poetic expose of the vagaries and futility of unrequited love across both hemispheres! Text:
Cruel mirage you were as
you insulated yourself
from my songs, my touch,
my words, my heart.
A mocking, irresistible butterfly
whose flight to me enticed-
whose flight from me cut
from underneath me the foundations
where I knelt at the cistern
only to taste the bitter dregs of
pseudo-friendship and
the bile of sentimental pity.

Cruel mirage you are as
you banished me without a trial
after having drawn me so close
to your sweetness as we
melted into one flesh,
one soul at the station so late
and yet surrounded by sweet aroma
and the witnesses to
our steamy rite of passion
insulated you now are,
my love, from my touch
as you force me to drink
bitter dregs of sentimental pity-
a poor substitute which I am
offered in exchange for being
the hardness and strength
of your sweetness-which I am.

Under the Southern Cross
I love my Cruel Mirage
with the pain that loves
and is in love with the pain
that loves to hate kneeling
at the cistern only to drink
the bile of psuedo-friendship and eat
the vomit of sentimental pity.

Cruel Mirage you will be
as you condescend
as you condemn me to sentimental pity-
that poor substitute for love which
psuedo-loves the defacto castrated lover
who is now just a sexless friend,
stripped of his hardness which
is the strength of your sweetness.

My Cruel Mirage has passed sentence to be
her eunuch, her little brother,
the pet that she never had ...
The castrated friend
that sits not with her
under the Southern Cross
but must drink from the cistern
of pseudo-friendship
and sentimental pity.

Cruel Mirage, my Cruel Mirage,
so insulated and shielded from
my touch and song as I love
my love with the pain
that loves the pain that loves
and cries in a thundering voice ....
NO!!!!!
I will not drink at the cistern
nor taste sentimental pity
for I am the hardness
and strength of your sweetness
that loves with the love
that loves the pain that loves
My Cruel Mirage,
under the Southern Cross,
So insulated from my love!

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