The value of the gold and silver all the world the force
Four rivers of the turning spheres and pages all the Earth's
Conduction of that Fiend's revolt and all the gold and silver that this power
Out of the sky and every wye of gold and silver cured;
We are no longer for this world and only ever so
An owing that calls in its dead, pays out its unrequite
Celestial as sexual longing everywhere ago
Delivered though unfelt or unremembered unrepentant blight
Upon our Houses and the organs every language we
Would speak as though to con from symbols of our nature tomes
Of knowledge all about yet no communication free
Of any very pow'rful mortgage waged upon our bones
Our roots in Woman and in Man their congregation stout
As we can hear or would ancestral demons (seasons past and future) Man's own organs all her greatest fortunes and misfortunes scream and shout
Out of the dark the greatest sparks of Once upon and all about
We listened vast careers of generations on the verge
Catastrophes so monumental rivers breasts of Heaven and the Earth.
Psalms of Love
Vahoveen was a swarthy sort of fellow who had been weaned on saggy and barren breasts where no milk was found, no matter how tirelessly he worked at the nipple or even bit into its smoldering electric flesh, his mother vaguely disturbed by this additional insult to her intelligence.
"It will be a simply delicious winter thee
Will come, come, come, come, come with me."
Jack Frost does a cover of some Christmas classic for his audience, composed as it was by Millennials who had been spawned, water birthed or otherwise delivered into their their next incarnation by the followers of the Grateful Dead and Karen Carpenter.
The human voice carries with it the substance of life; it is an organ and an orifice of the substance of our lives, much as it shares its living language with that of the biology of its mother's womb [see following poem], the illimitable value and riches of both of which and of whom were totally contingent upon their observing one another.
Marxist, Communist and even Capitalist devotees will invariably be inclined to sacrifice the ability and biology of sexual reproduction for magnified political and religious power and voice. So the reverse might also be true - that one could commend oneself to one's native tongue - that of sexual reproduction and so all communication as a whole - at the expense of one's religious and political compulsion - from within and without, biologically and socially - to, like any soldier, give up sexual for political power as though they were the very same thing only if both were increasingly destructive and disruptive to all human communication, to our ability to know or hear the true voice, feeling and, ultimately, totally restorative power of our whole experience of life, of sexual reproduction.
A soldier, as such, is by definition asexual.
In fact, anyone who is not heterosexual is not sexual.
But the asexual or "non-binary" ones are not usually content, in any Marxist Fascist regime or chapter of its perpetual regime, to abstain from true sexuality or from true sexual reproduction - they also gain the power, if you will, to disturb as well as any army would disturb every organ and nerve of a family born from sexual reproduction as the language of all life, telling their children that they are asexual, by birth, if they want to save the Earth and themselves from total and unmitigated violence and misogyny, and that any suggestion to the contrary is a direct threat to their very lives; and all of this from people who have actually been threatened and neglected their entire lives, which is exactly how you get generations of people to join the army, or a religion, as the case may be.
Psalms of Love Epic Poem