Who but Satan as The Internalized Gaze of The Other? (The Big One)
When, when he snubbed his nose at me
Oh, how I bristled with delight.
Nothing but evil could he be
who took such pleasure in my plight.
It was already known, the thought
which bore its way into his mind.
Serreptitious there, demon bought
Solely for pleasure of its kind.
But when the dog steals all the food
Or when a child, denied, does cry,
‘Twas by a Spinozistic mode
Those barbaric desires fly
Into the poor and ill-restrained
mechanical animal mind.
How could impulsed thoughts be detained
in faculties considered blind?
With me it’s much in the same way.
My simple heart, incapable
Of begrudging malice in day
In moonlight turns implacable.
And as such light shines through the grove,
And the pinewood smells of winter.
The trees dropped leaves- It wasn’t chose
more than such frost in December,
But mine enemy loves his sole free will
One God amongst all men, henceforth to kill.