Yes, yes, yes, yes....I say yes.... He is one who was the one, the one I adored as the one I deemed in my skewed heart of hearts as the only one to be the one I was, the one of gowned dust, bedecked in turgid keeping serenely of the lies as truth; this one I held as the form taken on as the form of myself, taken on as the I and all, for all the matters construed in passions fled on feathering and beatings, seared by the oils of disrepute, held most high in regard of reflections....