#433 - he said, she's dead

 

5.iii.21

433

2.64

he said, she’s dead

 

it was always a game

to play at opinion

 

how could consequence?

when here’s power, so absolution

 

drink me

then a point of order

 

it’s quiver lip’s the highest law

thin lip of a lie you can tell

 

out now and under inert

must be my power of argument

 

dieu et mon droit

that will be the logic to beat

 

out now

and lying still under my will

 

as if… here’s to hiding behind

what I won’t remember

 

and here he is, later,

at the pearly gates

 

(of course you must imagine)

the prisoner escorted

 

back through the mind of time

must see what was done

 

now must look

the passive voice

 

weighs justice’s distance

kind of an anti-Orpheus

 

but falls down stairs just as well

I won the argument it seems

 

not everyone will survive