We all walk upon self deluded emperor fetishes,
Dreaming now or dreaming then, dreams poured
Upon dreams, forgetting the day, disciplined, that
Make vaporous shades birth the morrow.
Within those morrows are past spirits,
Congealing round the windows,
Spiteful in the air ducts, turning, twirling
About to confuse one's solipsism.
Spirit becomes flesh because only meat
Can understand spirit, always seeks to
Reunite physical pleasure or pain. Meat
Is a far greater interpreter spirit discourse,
Less why would these silly lost fireflies
Ballerina tumble and dance missing in the
Longing for flesh? Because blood is the
Many mansion house whereby spirit manifests.
Lost souls separated from the separate
By choice, of necessity, as the moon wanders
Transforming from a blank crescent knuckled bone
To the mythical serpent shedding its skinó
Spirit needs flesh to experience.
Flesh consumes spirit to be.
Two together seek
They will be divided.