of Maxwell Clark
Ah, no? I was jumping back from the end
Further beyond the start again, once again;
And again it seemed to be false, as before,
As before I had it (myself) false nevermore;
But that was too true a myth to believe,
As truth itself too absolute anymore for me;
And so of lies alone do I teach,
As fodder alone for you to better critique,
As better is criticism of my many lies
Than to ever believe in me otherwise;
Or do you know that I am the truth?
If so, you are too fearsome---I recoil aloof
From you, your maladaptive generosity;
You are too kind to be good, you sicken me.