You are

truly celestrial, celebrated
wunderbar wishmaker...

tell me, doth thou not have your WASP sharpness
back,
that aristocratic cruelty and discrimination?
PC will dull the edge of your judgement and make thee a fool of the masses.
Revel in your time, your pleroma will turn thee gold
and cast netted stars to fish upon diamond dust?
Tell me true, thou did miss me... the Wandering Korean.

do not cast your martial net so far and flung
lest your eros take over
and you lose yourself in the pigsty of your libido.
Confess though, that thou dost like me, miss me, and even think of me in blonde moments of lost souls?

Remember, your blood a salad of racial genes speeding though space, floaming with the velocity of angels,
do not...
I know
I miss
fragments of lost...