The sensual mysticism of entire vertical being.
Meanwhile myself et cetera lay quietly in the deep mud et cetera (dreaming, et cetera, of your smile eyes knees and of your Etcetera.)
Unbeing dead isn't being alive.
Seeker of truth follow no path all paths lead where truth is here.
No evil is so worse than worst you fall in hate with love.
I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness