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 metasensivity Pistols at dawn for my pseudo sanity I filt unfettered through an erotic fantasy becoming luminous and emotive I understand all seven heavens
flesh, libidinal, unmothered, metasensivity, filt