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.