For
when we are desire, we are:
an
accomplice to the soul
in
a inner screenplay reading.
We
are a protagonist to self-consciousness,
that
learns by teaching.
We
are seeds in the mind,
rooting
and sprouting towards intimate disclosures.
We
are a multi-sensating replicator
for
spirit bounding into lifetime roles.
Desire
is a better teacher
than
illness, failure, or tragedy.
Desire
can be the godfather
behind
all of our dramas.
Desire
has franchised religion
for
a percentage of all of the emotional action.
Desire
may be an invitational viscosity
to
that which has been formless.
Where
we, left to normal vices, are entertained,
desire
is intrataining.
For
when we are desire first hand,
latent
is this reclusive truth,
yet
mystical the bond.
The
ceaselessly sinuous serpent
of
self-recognition is molting
the
sensory skin of desire’s ever-advance . . .
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