Rejection

The wafir of Time I have bitten--sweet it was not. Each tapir of thought stood at flare in my soul--and I saw only the density of the gloom. My soul has fumed at the lips of Thy women. (Pah! ’twas a fool’s trick to try to seduce me the HUNTER OF THEE.) Effort, emotion, thought, dream, lust--what have these for me? I came to judge of Thy works, not to dance to Thy pipings.

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Thou canst not stanch the woe that is mine, Thou canst not bribe to sleep my Everlasting Nay. Godlike am I in Thy presence, As weary as Change, and as young; A mendicant rebel, a Presage, a rejecter, A contriver of strange things, unbegotten, eternal!

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An abattoir hid in a garden of roses-- Such is Thy universe: Thus do I judge.