vanities
Once hold of the difference I will leave a part of
the unknown behind. I will swallow deeper the
sense of desire outside my own coming in
waves mingled with the differing of language,
foreign bringing them to a physical pitch
manifest in dropping our robes of limits and all
that pulls us apart in our waking wandering
through muttering philosophers and priests
hidden in garments for a new age, for a new
religion of propriety one that fears the likes of
me and a myriad of other disciples.