'so you have...
What?
An excess of faith?'
She said...
'saturnalia?'
He asked...
Not asked
For there was nothing to be asked...
And then murmured:
'yes...
And no...
Perceptions differ
So what is yes to one
Is a no
To another...
I do not have any Saturnalia
Of faith
But definite
I do have a path
To choose...
And look
How I just cruise...
Through the gales and storms...
Violence at Sierra Leone...
Carnage...
Blood...
I think I still feel also the flood
Of passion strong...
The trembling of nosetril
The flushed cheeks
The high heels...
But transcendence
It also stays a few more hours
I guess...
A few more hours than its usual stay...
Transcendence...
It once led Louisa May
To go to seek abolitionism...
I think I do prefer the same...
An abolition...
Of violence...
Carnage...
Massacre of hearts...
An abolition
Of disarrayed universe...
A chaos...a ruin...
An abolition of all such things...
And One and Only Peace...
A restive meditative mind
And pure lavish uncorked bliss...'
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