mixed ideas

This is the passion
the slip
and
at its climax, at its
origin marked: HEY,
how was i created, really?
was it really me?
was it the matter of a galactic feat,
or a core spirit experiment?

I'd like to take on anybody.
enter their body
as their mind
and completely have possession
of their every detail.
Be them
at any natural state:
discovery
would be
religious.

Institute my very being
with an apex of lifetimes at
my soulful indulgence.

Listen,
i do become
practically removed
to enter the pelvic notion
at a sight exceptionally attractive:
i feel
in fluid-state
at the toes of the mountains
at the depths of ancient growth
and at the body's shore where elements collide
absorbing
absolutely
everything.

Hah, listen! It's magic.

I am involved in mystical trespassing
I am ravished with the urges of lust
this be truth
at Earth completely naked.

I have put my hands on
olden bark,
naturally uncanny: i breathed in
the very air being spat
by it, the erect thing had so much
existence involved with it
just being there in consideration of it all
took me for heavy stimulation
for paradise of soul and
the
satisfaction
i
need.

She: my body, and She: the world i have been
birthed in, these
are the dramas of my being.
the unstoppable TRIP-i swear,
it's magic.

Tune out.
i would become
actually removed
to enter anothers intensity or
the calm of common nature or
the aroused, the angered
the newborn or death.


This is just an idea,
spatially unknown,
perhaps consuming, though
i think my consciousness could handle it
within the intimacy of my soul.