Inside my own body, my will is law:
I leave nothing to chance.
No on record morality holds the power
To bend the fixed rod of my course.
I purchase and put on the fiery image that gives me power over the stars;
I admire myself, when day is done, in the frozen mirror of cocaine.
Circumstances fall to me, and jobs, and sales, and deals;
I reap my profits, invest them in global empire,
Because man is made to conquer the future, to cut his way, by pure self-will
To the galaxies of his ultimate form.
The findings of impartial research reveal my word to have been inevitable from the beginning;
The future is assured to my flesh;
Not another lives in my image.
I cut out the impostors
With knives, with military interventions,
With judiciously placed rumors, with massive transfers of capital;
I grip the wheel of the stock exchange, aiming for target center with the
Weapon of mobile assets; the pirates of my right and my left hands
Come from all the finest mafias and universities.....
I am without rival.
The sentimentalized face of God the Father
I have limited to residual pockets of sub-colonial darkness in rural backwaters;
The Virgin, too, is abducted by my warriors and bound to my desire;
Night and Silence have no power over my
Hard, undying light.
© 2004 - Charles Upton