Chiasmus Poem by Cunctus Cope

How is the insulation that comes with certainty?
Certainty that you’ll never be devoid of necessity
Necessity of resource and other triviality
Triviality to you is bad when grounded in reality
I’ve delusions of grandeur, you’ve illusions even grander
I’m a hyperbole never stated, you’re a facsimile self-created
Our closest thing to a link is the parallel that pushes us to this brink
No room to mourn if a canyon’s edge is torn
We’ve been closer together, but always worlds apart
We may have made progress, but did we ever start?
As long as you and I pull further and further apart
This chiasmus is the only bond between our hearts

Suum Cuique…suum cuique… pleno jure…
Plus ca change…Plus ca change, , ,
Plus c’est la meme chose…
…pleno jure…pleno jure…pleno jure…pleno jure…

Colloquial catachresis leaves the mouths without pause
You join with aplomb and bravado to exactly my proposed applause
All in the nobility of equalizing yourself to the underprivileged ones
All against my vanity, my tries to express my proportions

See, both of us know you’re nothing at all like me
To quote you, we have “negative compatibility”
One wonders if that alludes to scorn
At least nothing positive will be born
While one of us succumbs to lack of morale
No compassion can be voiced in the opposing chorale
As long as we stand tense in ivory towers
Chiasmus and irony will be all shared in our hours

How can I leave this be?
Cowardice amounts to shame
I see my filth and fairness
Yet their faces are the same

Rules may be made to be broken
The opposite can apply, but it's often unspoken
But who am I to be philosophical?
My love for you was probably never platonic
Oh Lord, how it seems malicious to mention love
To state cliche, you are so high above
Who gave me the right to taint cliche?

“Action on my part can only mean one thing
For I am a pervert and a creep
Pedophilia is remorse over the school-girl beaten and raped
Necrophilia is eyeing Grandma before the shroud is draped
Stalking is noticing acquaintances flirt with you
Sickness is using something like that to state my view
For you may not mutter what you mean
‘Til clarity, I am still a perverted creep'

I will NEVER accept TEMPTATION or non-platonic LOVE
Malicious is all lust
For your sake I must
Fade into the dust
Sob during the final job
I can return all I’ve robbed
But not that I robbed
Caryl Chessman also robbed

And I'm going south with the rest of them
I declare in dreamy monotone
To reap a fruitless harvest
The seeds were never sown
And I'm straining now to recall your beauty
When my ideals really mattered
Once upon a time, I felt capable of good
Now, my morals lie limp and battered

If I ran to your doorstep with a blade in my gut
You'd twist like I was Judas of old
If you condemn me, you won't feel my sword
Alas, Saul thought he'd go looking bold
As much as you don't want to believe it
Your reaction will determine what I swallow
Barrel of pride, bar of soap, shot of cyanide
Besides peach blossom and bitter almond, I'll be pretty hollow

Colloquial catachresis leaves the mouths without pause
You join with aplomb and bravado to exactly my proposed applause
They just have shortcomings – I have unworkable flaws
This vow of sensual poverty shall save you from my claws