Filled with lust, born lascivious, tamed, religion in
his eyes. It’s ever with sewers, most unlocked, linchpin broken, we adore
higher morals—or a deeper lie. Trying for riches, listening to philosophies,
theology in droves, skies bleeding, the moon filled with blood. Touching
science, absorbing sunlight, rolling a pair of dice; doing all to stand, having
done all to fall, such a contradiction—growth of the lions, catnip of the
snakes, fraught by nightingales; each image in a dungeon, pains to believe, traffic
would pause for her. Enough with bass, facing rivers, dipped, bathed, a light
upon life. Open seas, clouds dancing, it’s different with Love. Most sprinkle
herbs, more mantic, a spell upon an unsuspecting soul—thawed out, should have
remained icy, more shall fall in passion. By lizard instincts, the desert as
centerpiece, rising in cogitation.
