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At Aggrandizement
When my Arts succeed,
you are lured in to relinquish conscience,
and self-consciousness;
to submit emotion and thought, logic and sense
to my incrimental incriminations
that your perceptions have been, hitherto, wrong.
When my Arts succeed,
and my work makes you feel free of your self and others,
only you and I matter
(neither those you have loved or hated);
and your claim on this moment concedes
itself to this moment's claim upon you.
When my Arts succeed,
you will seem to live apart from every care,
in the shelter of that path I have prepared for you---
a path cowards avoid and bullies disparage,
a destiny I have prepared for you
and all others like you who want to join me, too.
My Arts have been perfected before time's
forward torrents shattered cosmic floodgates.
I showed those adolescent, naked fools
in Eden the forbidden flaunt of rules.
And in the ancient Chateau de Lacoste
I built a long-dreamed theater, embossed
with words, so many words that none could tally,
words not to be concealed, covert or cryptic.
At Nuremberg, I centerpieced a rally---
as always, my style is apocalyptic.
That my Arts succeed---
uncounted, stifled, smothered voices plead.
