TO SOMEONE

It's no use rejecting you now, or denying yourself falsely. I am still bound by human soul-contracts, and for your sake I still go and stand, if need be, as an unshakable "role" in this great human conflict.

Neither avoiding nor evading friendly, chubby scarecrows scaring the princes of black ravens, half-intrepidly - but still more conciliatory. Nor do I regard thee as a celebrity to be bribed, but as a fairy-blessed lady among men, Who may yet hear my supplication, the alamusic calvary of my wounded soul.

I know I'd be a pathetic fellow, poor thing, who turns to you for help as a fan, who peers at you alone, slyly peeping. Haunt me with your understanding, analysable humanity. Be my guide and companion in my hellish present, where I am plagued by the law of assassination.

I know now, the bottomless well of many a disappointment, That thou art a famous man, who is deceived, used, and betrayed daily. For me, believe me, it would only count as a redeeming holy-menedheit, if we could talk a little with you and your career-building opportunities could be replaced by selfless, human understanding.

Such is a vulnerable, stuck-in-place situation, complex and quixotic to the core, just gallant enough for its own sake. Like a murderer, if he kills slowly with a killing blade, For his being is treacherous, treacherous - to draw blood wherever he finds it - and treacherous My fate's stigmata's bleeding scars have already given me - At least now come thou who will trust me, and forgive me, if with honesty I may open my heart and receive thee in friendship as my companion!