What Have You Really Loved Till Now?

“Your real educators, those who formed you, reveal to you what is the true primary meaning and fundamental substance of your being … Your true self does not lie deeply concealed within you but immeasurably high above you, or at least above what you usually take for your ego.” Nietzsche

What I love is the

Neat, obedient, well made.

Miniature, fine

Tuned, durable, marked

By craftsmanship. Intricate,

Smelling of old wood

And discipline. Love

I also the raw, untamed,

Unshorn, tacky, and

Tawdry, unabashed

And simple, open and free.

Wild, naked, real.

I am Apollo

And I am Dionysus,

Sharing a lifetime.

Ape

To you, I’m an ape.

The one who can’t get it right.

Your erudition

By ineptitude

Mocked. Your endorsement forced by

Circumstance, against

Your better judgment.

You put your weakness on me.

With a word I could

Destroy you, but it

Wouldn’t change a thing. Just like

Nothing I do will

Change your mind. I must

Spend my days, body wracked with

Tension, laboring

To master every

Intricacy over and

Again, trying to

Forget you exist.

Futility ever dogs

Me. To you I send

It, from whence it came.

This craft is beautiful, and

It is mine to keep.