we are made up of atoms of unfairness, deceptionhow can we say that we are wondrous and all-knowing? 
the imaginary negative value is too great; it outweighs all but angerI claim imaginary, as infinity is an imposture

do not fear those with great power
for power breeds burdens and deathly obsessions--
they are strong, only in your eyes; 
we worship wars that come in barrels and ships, barrel-chested men
oh Caesar,           Great Nonpareil,           here are roses sown from our humble fleshyou see, we are so well-meaning 
we do not understand how there came to be anger, jealousy  instead, envy those with ignorance, clasped between grubby palms
men shall knight them for their candor, like candy toffee pulled between two wicks,
impossible to torture or starve           away, 
as they are the kings of our golden species, unable to tell a fault
still, I cower in front of opportunity and authority, wearing many faces
I am the substructure of the community, of which order is built upon Trust and Sympathyrepentance is unseekable; no blade is sharp enough to cut through           shame
 I wait for clothes of silk and silver plastic ribbons,