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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