Lotuses of Misquotes

Lotuses of misquotes prosper in my head
I am a freethinker, slave to no fact.
For such faith, those calligraphers bled.

There isn't a scripture, I haven't read,
or furnished with the awe of Abstract,
Lotuses of misquotes prosper in my head.

I taste divinity always in my bread,
but I never make claims to any sect,
For such faith, those calligraphers bled.

What are virgins, wine, joys after I am dead?
For a better rebirth, undergo every act...
Lotuses of misquotes prosper in my head.

I can't just echo what politicans, scientists said,
In doubt is more glory than is in any tact.
For such faith, those calligraphers bled.

Abandon your axioms, judge me by the unsaid,
I am All, Nothing, to be defended or attacked.
Lotuses of misquotes prosper in my head.
For such faith, those calligraphers bled.

 First PUBLISHED in MYTHIUM No. 3 2010/2011