Know thyself
Self as Mask so intertwined
self-quarreling to reality
except for those whose
pleasure lies in Lathe's wharf
Self as is
Self as it longs to be
representation of lifes' tragedy
a perpetual phantasmagoria
a traditonal form in style
shakespearean tradgedy as zenith
mixing faith and skepticism
with antinomies of the feminine
Peter Burton
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Jealousy I put out my hand and plucked a rose, A red satin rose with a velvet scent, And chaliced its loveliness in reverent palms, Knowing ...
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