AUDACITY
A flurry of aces, I
would like to imitate you
Audacity is
speaking of someone you've never seen
Audacity is singing
about someone you've never glimpsed
Audacity is writing
about someone you've never even caught a glimpse of
Audacity is
claiming to poeticize an illiterate person
Audacity is tracing
the path of a flurry of aces
Audacity is
following the indelible trail of a flurry of aces
But who is this
generator of this flurry of aces?
But who is this
alpha and omega of this world and the hereafter?
But who is this
unparalleled inspirer of our fathers and peers?
But who is this
shepherd of flocks in love with all races, all life, all Creation?
But who is this
receptacle of virtues and Qualities
Who is this
timeless and ageless educator, this trainer of exceptional teachers?
Who is this charmer
of intellects and the ultimate intellectuals of their time?
Why this barrage of
questions to speak of a paragon of simplicity?
Does the
immeasurable nature of the individual subsume our answer?
It is likely that
our audacity obeys a religious precept.
It is likely that
our audacity is the corollary of a military love.
It is likely that
our audacity is nourished by a pool of aces pierced by the ace of their hearts.
Yes, the ace of
hearts, of hearts, of all our hearts.
Without which our
hearts would not beat.
Without which our
hearts would be blind and deaf.
Without which our
hearts would not smile, would not breathe, would not live.
Let us therefore
boldly sing here of this Ace,
Whose life is water
for aces.
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