Your self hatred has fed into an arrogance In which the thinnest pathway cuts Between the freezing fog and fervent flame Where one could balance if he chose, Swinging his cane from compliment to castigation. But what purpose would humbling you serve If the flames would be stoked Or if each time the lips part was to preserve your ego? Could you ever be convinced … Continue reading Should I Call You Ankhesenamun? by John Turanyi