The Paranoid Salvation

Lunge on to life like a reckless fool

Then leave it alone like the Syracuse’s muse

To be ravaged and raped by legions of boars

Resurrected merely to be Aphrodite’s whore

And when the ridicule mounts the back of Vesuvius

Just cross the shore down to Amarna

Where the dust had settled eons ago

Cries aloud; Silence abound;

You are here;

You are here.

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