Our reward

When we intermingle
in each other’s arms
escaping cruel persecution and invalidation
of the ignorance of narrow minds
and wallow in our misery
of poverty and outcast loneliness,
our comfort is our joy and happiness
of the illumination that we share together
totally transcending all the bustle of the mob,
reducing history to but a shred
of junk lost in the desert,
while we keep our universal paradise for ourselves
of everlasting truth and sense and beauty,
safeguarding the legacy of our patient work.
The world cares not for us, so let’s ignore it,
and if they are curious about our love,
let them work hard and suffer by themselves to reach it,
as we did ourselves.