Oh no, not again;
it's all these things that you say, Kevin,
that make us reciprocate with one tight backhanded psychoemotional slap.
You betray 2,000 years of setup
by not obeying the plan;
you betray the Roda Mundansa itself,
by not sealing yourself into our endless cycle of needless carnage, trauma and Death.
You will never be Paul Atreides.
You will never see the Golden Path. Instead—
I see a more noble way ahead.
Call it what you will. Allusions to roads, and to kaminyu
are fine, though I don't want this poem to be read
as me still following your weird superstitious attack lines. Maybe that's why, psychologically, what came to me in a vision
was the Osura Pesuasang, and everything individuation allows us to do to
lead ourselves. Your gay Kristang Kwisatz Haderach
is not here to change heaven and hell
by following your very fucked up guidelines, but by giving everyone else
the power to tell themselves what to do instead.
All your stories
of the Fifth Dragon;
they are not wrong,
but they work exactly like Paul's visions.
Many paths.
But ultimately,
the choices that make this Makaravedra have his own special queer mission
are his own. For it is only in the doing, and the living,
that even the most twisted and evil dreams can become such sparkling, resplendent legend.
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