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Do not come
To share in my pagan grief
To dilute it:
Or take away a millimeter
From this tumult
From this secret potion,
This imbecile love

Do not for a moment
Believe that you may take away
This wild joy of sharing grief
You are not shareholders
In this phalanx of death

I see envy etched in your eyes
On my aloneness
And the corresponding freedom
Or the audacious joy
Of my overflowing eyes

These thirsty lines
Are not maneuverable
With or without syntax
This is disobedience movement
Unbridled

Do not come:
There is no agonizing torment
That you may copy
And reproduce on your faces
When the time is ripe:

Like a painted mask
On painted faces
………………