He is our Amfortas a king
Poor frightening Nietzsche
For who has suffered as much
Or been so easily misconstrued
As Job's defiant mountainous son
He swam in a sea of courage
And loved to be cold and alone
He flew to be free of love
His only inadequacy in flight
Not to have seen love coming
What alone could get him there
But I know how he hurt
When love refused his gift
And love became the enemy of love
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