Severed from unearthly mythomania

I lay to rest te ghosts of past seductions

leaving false paradises unfathered

I sing swan songs for stability



No quarter for facade, falsity shall go the way of all flesh

the way of all flesh, of all flesh



Desiring life from my emotional mortality

I lick the wounds of sexual openings

becoming spiritual and libidinal

I breathe life into this union taking flesh



At one with the clean breasts of sensory delight

I endear myself to this mutual growth

leaving feelings of restraint unmothered

I plunge into meta-sensivity



Pistols at dawn for my pseudo sanity

I filt unfettered through an erotic fantasy

becoming luminous and emotive

I understand all seven heavens