The Sacred Antinous - Psalms - To Suffer is to Slip Unnoticed

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	~Psalms Introduction
PSALMS (Sorted alpha by Title or First Line)
	~A Quiver of the Flesh
	~Always, Where Pleasures Be Gifted or Ta'en
	~Antinous of the Earth
	~As the Lions Do
	~Find a Quiet and Solitary Place
	~For Here am I by Antinous Healed
	~For If By Its Oblivious Violence
	~Guide Him to Stand as a Nude Before You
	~If From Thy Reluctant, Unlucky Mouth
	~If You Would Enter Him, Steal A Moment
	~In Praise of Sculptors Before the Idol
	~In What Light Shall He Be Comprehended?
	~Let Boyish Passion Take Thy Hand and Lead
	~Let Thy Lovemaking Be As Thy Worship
	~Lo, When Grand Release is the Only Aim
	~Now Begins a Bold Interrogation
	~O, What a Torrent of Spectacle We Are
	~On the Beach
	~Onto His Nipple Deliver Your Mouth
	~Such a Flesh
	~Suckle Upon His Neck
	~There is a Certain Way of Touching Flesh
	~This Jaw in My Fingers
	~Through Me
	~To Mock the Purists in their Rabidity
	~To Suffer is to Slip Unnoticed
	~What's Ancient is a Far Future
	~What Ancient Hoards the Earth Holds Buried Still!
	~When He Doth Kneel Before You
	~When His Flesh Wants
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This Psalm is enacted as a live-action presentation by Sir Richard Wadd:

To Suffer is to Slip Unnoticed

Said I to Antinous:
I am suffering.

Said Antinous in reply:
To suffer is to slip unnoticed
Into the alley off the boulevard
Where oblivious others tread,
Fall to and annoy the muddy puddles
That loathe to share with anyone
Their quiet, self-satisfied world.
Light can barely be bothered there to shine.
Jealous echoes from an ancient beyond
Jostle and crowd the few, intermittent
Attempts for present and personal thought.
All discerned laughter is mocking.
All discerned mockery is unchallenged.
Disappointment is the useless blanket,
Thin and tattered,
That nightly offers nothing
Against the chill.
But I am your servant and your sentry;
I will come to you in your isolation
And vigil while you slumber.
I will sweep away the putrid waters
And pave with onyx the earth.
I will command the sun into your corners.
I will banish the ghosts of your despair
And burn away the mildews from your mind.
I will ordain love as the source of your laughter
And see it arm you against the driving calumny.
I will place a fire in your chest
That warms you through every midnight.
Lo, you will shed like a snakeskin your suffering
And abandon it for the winds
To render within but days into dust.

This Psalm is enacted as a live-action presentation by Sir Richard Wadd: