D. Triumph
Au 23,24 /2018

I

She said, I swallow keys,
I could not believe me ears;
I said you are the lock and my key is here and just for you,
Should I put it in your throat and say goodbye
Or will you trust me to use it my
Better Judgement Day
Grabs my thigh with grabby hands,
Now hold, quick!

II

I will grab for the neck, aim your scars
(I will take you by the throat, aim for your heart)
And I will rend your flesh bleed on me
And ruin all you hold
Time will take the pain away and I will
Put another in its place
Cause you are mine, you’ll follow me
And I am yours, you are the sea;
I love you it is in me
And you love me, your water’s me
So look, look at the lake,
Not just muse make no mistake
The future’s in our reach for us to take

And in the present

all the little cuts will bleed.

III

I’ll take you by the throat

aim for my heart

There’s no escape

you will break

And I will give you what is mine

I give what’s mine too

There will be nothing except you

and you

and I

IIII

The ladies bedchambers becomes the ultimate goal of the ancient comic hero
Callirhoe, the heroine, removed from Dionysus.
I am no such tyrant.
The sexual revolution is upon us
Women like never before open themselves
Open yourself to anyone you wish,
But you will be closed to all but me.
And I will discriminate against all but you.

V

Romeo and Juliet died because they were young and stupid.
You are one and I am the other and are we dead yet?
But in the name of Ο ΩΝ we are reborn
I could almost be the ghost of myself, and you are the spirit
The spirit and soul, and together I am alive

Maybe I am too

Don’t make up your mind, leave it chaotic.

I can’t I’m only—

You must.
Put nothing between us.
Nixie or Muse, maralith or njuzu

No I’m just 𐌻𐍅𐌹𐍃𐌰!

Okay and I am 𐌳𐌰𐌽𐌹𐌴𐌻, the name ends where yours begins.

VI

84 86 87 88 89 – – – –

Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat, Only the lull I like, the hum of your valvèd voice. I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn’d over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, We have nothing, we are bared, We are living, we are living death. Marry me, and all of it will end.

VII

Mustaine promises death and suffering, I promise you joy and frustration, faith and promise,

Fore—what else is marriage?

I’ll fill in the blanks.

I promise you no things,
I promise only myself

And I

And everything between.

VIII

I can see the future, I do not get what I want.
But we will have what we want.
It is not a need, no, instead a choice
And I doubt
And what will happen
And you say it is the last night
And I say no but—

Our last night is two nights long.

And only one night has passed.
Our last life is

Two lives long.

VIIII

I have all of the answers, even if the answer is “I don’t know.”
Because I know what is important
I know that you must
A, and it shall be given you; S, and ye shall find; K, and we both shall be opened unto you.
And on these common lines this stanza ends

X

We will grow apart

because we are apart.

And I will become stronger, deadlier, lovelier.
And we will live alone

And with others

For a handful of annum

and they seemed unto him but a few days, for the love he had to her.

O inverno da minha vida

Depression is an

Important part of life

I will fall out first

and you next

It is done. Are you nothing?

you are everything.

It is done. Are you nothing (she said,)

I still remember you (he said,)

Where is the feeling?

XI (there is no subtraction.)

‘Give me my wife, for my days are filled, that I may go in unto her.’
Each soul is free, and will decide for itself.
The fool is the forerunner to the savior

My eyes are open.

Pay attention.

Your mouth is open.

Speak the truth.

וְאַתֶּ֖ם פְּר֣וּ וּרְב֑וּ שִׁרְצ֥וּ בָאָ֖רֶץ וּרְבוּ־בָֽהּ׃

Happy Sabbath,
Daniel Triumph.

For Lululu.