Because
the city was built in time of mutiny
my fingers crumble it down to its foundation.
A wrong wish mixed in the mortar
.......................................deranges
this stone flesh. The
father's strength is essential. In isolation
I got it as contraband and the
city festered.
Now his hand is a viaduct joining heart to heart. I
will love strangely no longer. The woman is mine.
Hands that depose a mother
instate no virgin.
When a son gets his child on a virgin the child is Satan. In
the logical city the mother is always virgin
but a woman legalizes my seed
in her body
making it another son or woman,
herself a new mother and virgin,
and
me Lord and father of myself's own city.
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