Dedicated to my good friend; you know who you are.
My Jew, there is a terror
that runs deep in my heart
The fear I'll make an error
that keeps us, friend, apart.
The genius burning through you,
your surety of right,
Your confidence and parvenu
of which I oft make light
Will choke on shards of commerce
in casual interplay
Of opinion, right perverse,
from my naivete.
What force or charm returns me
to research day and night
To prove I'm not unworthy
to stand with you and fight?
As apparent, your disciple
my Peter to your Christ
Our freindship archetypal,
I hope not compromised,
Is all I have to offer
and I guess I'm karma, too
Or at least I hope and proffer
a trade in joy I glean from you.
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