weakness is a stone lobbed at a sinner,
less, the operator.
dirty herds the possessor,
to dirtier still the end,
and before the end, the wine,
and the wine is my wife.
I flop toward you, my wife, like a butterflap.
What is worth destroying? Everything.
What is worth risking? Everything.
To this end, even the wine will go down till the chase is the demon.
Great minds find great constraint.
The best among us are silent. father. sister. lover. friend.
Every thing is everything till all they are is you.
The rest is vanity. I'll be your mirror.
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