The Quintessence of Being and the Goddess of Nothingness


The Quintessence of Being and the Goddess of Nothingness
Were having tea one day.

Said the Quintessence to the Goddess,
Where have you been, what have you done,
Have you had teardrops or have you had fun?
O, it was grand, she said with elan,
I’ve neither had teardrops nor too many revels
But the time of my life eating plums with the Devil.

O dear dear Mephis, and how is the Prince?
O lovely as always though a touch gloomy since
The night of the ball at So So Surreal’s,
When, don’t you remember, he lost his high heels.
It must have been during those Satanic high kicks
Or perhaps in the garden with one of his tricks.

But the ball was so fine, such a torrid affair.
I want one just like it this evening somewhere.
Desire was there, escorted by Death,
And poor Love Not Requited
Who looked so bereft. Like everyone else
He too wanted Death.

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