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I feel the burden of my tradition
 those who fought beauty out
         of the air.
 From a bejeweled position
     I stare out into the shit of night
The enlightenment of crones
                      descends like chicken feet
                                    on my head.
  I am rumored to be starring
       in several dimensions, a this-lifer,
               happily trapped in the cycle
                        of actions, the conqueror penis
                  comprehending
                             the insides of mankind.