The calm surface of your orgasmic body will vibrate and interface
with the interstellar language of the perpetual landscape of exaultation.

This is the secret language of unseen
sound taking on human form all around,
spinning in liquid-fusion,
pouring thru your cerable cortex directly connecting
with your nerological receptors creating soft,
fluid visions of cascading fire
- flames from a vortex of infinite, geometrick proportions !

O lion of Light ! First lightening-star of dawn's eternal morning !

Come forth Golden Childe !
Hearald in the footprints of the evening air !
Imprint me forever
O blessed Goddess of the hidden oceanic slipstream !

Free me forever from the cruell,
distorted hypnotism of thine waters reflections,
May I never forget She who lives
in the immortal abodes beyond decay.

I "know " only that it is not I
who knoweth Thee but that it is Thee who knoweth me.
And, as my maddness sets in,
bound about by the in the ignorance of mine own restrictive sin,
I spit upon my stupid self's hatred, "I",
foolish and vain, pathetic and brutish, deserve no gain.

So, bury me in a namless grave,
come and desicrate it in Her name,
that all which is Noble, beautiful and True,
may forever do without the likes of me and you !

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