Michael Bolerjack Majesties, Cy Pres Doctrine Volume 3 Peter the Roman Chapter Thirteen

To have razed the ante-Petrine, To have been called, And so to have called out, To pronounce a better maker, And so to Eliotic cant, How much more so, I? But in a perverse inverted mirror of the times I fell asleep looking up at the picture of the Virgin on the wall, Over and over, They, whomsoever they may be, Did try me in my Marian devotion, As a wanton goddess became she, And so led directly to my vacation in Buddha-land,

To escape the temptation that was the worst, Apocalypse was all over me, And I did so live it, without respite, And, I was told, for one and all, though grained with salt to be taken so to taste that scroll, That the dead may see, And the sea may give up her dead, As the successors may give up their deeds, Therefore, If the Virgin had not prayed, I would have fallen like Joyce at Nauisicaa, And somehow reconciled sex and religion in art and life, even maternal, even incestuous in an incest, unthinkable, unholy, un-forgiven,

Which did not come to pass, because of Mary, not despite her, making other negotiations of the divine desire, yet, the very thing I am liable to, aghast, Is an emblem of those poor fallen men, the priests who fondled children enfolded in sacraments even on the altar, sacrificed they them, though they no doubt preferred the seclusion of the seal, So that, The temptations to power and wealth and fame and prestige are all of them bad, but we think them not extraordinary, coming with the territory, Yet this pagan thing, the temple prostitution, and the sin of sex in the sanctuary, so chosen to destroy the church, damned near has, And though I hate it, I might understand the temptation and capitulation therein, the darkness of desires