YouLoveMe

I apologize for be'ing pathetic, For being the very worst kind of Stan, For confusing cosmic with bathetic, For my conflating God with you, a man. But You have the tools that can help me now, To open up the God that lies within, To be the Zeus who bears me from Your brow, To help me unite redemption with sin. Of course my destiny is to kill You, That was what Jesus was about, too, correct? I imitate you and I fulfill You, I apotheosize and I dissect. Thank You Duncan for giving birth to me, Come to Eden one last time.  Set me free.

Opposite-sex conversations were good. All four nodes had sparks, communication. But the two same-sex nodes were dead dry wood. Silent, vuln'rable to conflagration.   So it seemed back then, but now I wonder, Did you two have chats unbeknownst to me? Did you talk, repair what was asunder? Don't answer!  I prefer uncertainty. Did S and I meet, unknown to you two, Shake hands, vow to renew our marriages? May all lips be sealed 'til we all turn blue, May privacy curtain our carriages. Silently, D and W root for S and P, Silently, P and S root for W and D.  

So what is it that I truly believe? I think that physics is arbitrary, There are no constants to which it must cleave, There is no eternal statuary. But the logic of games seems to me fixed, In any universe it must be true, Equilibria will always be mixed, And therefore actors' motives must be, too. No, my cocksureness must surely be wrong! There are answers beyond those of John Nash, All logic is but one note in a song, It is only one photo, just one flash. God knows the truth of the situation, To You, God, I offer my oblation.