In lieu of an abstract, here is a brief excerpt of the content:

81 The Beggar Born of the head of this ship Not without father nor mother, With land and house ownership Yet, hands must stretch I; Even provided for, by day, daily bread. Content, without them, stretched I not. Emerging Christlike from the horizon, Of this mermaid lustre knew not I. This chameleonized love took I, On not in me everything’s theirs. Mission? “Turn not to avenge.” Said them then. Prostrated I for it was the Gospel ! My ship I see sinking My Head, theirs in my colour Join him them for gravity attraction And I turn, than with my brothers chat, Action send them man after man As I see palanquins march one before another. Catalysed Generosity, Of prospective lucre filled, Embeds their Luciferian coast I embraced at my cost…. ...

Share