.who said i was orientating myself around the body? the body to body dynamic is so.... easy... excessive salivation... like a dog... i don't want the body... i wan the existence of the non-existent parody of ego, in the form of soul... i want, what secularism abhors to lay claim of... i've been to a *******, i know what selling flesh looks like... but i've also walked into a forest... and i have, managed to peer into a night... where i also managed to forget being equipped with a shadow... no... that wasn't it... true structures emerge when you've been abused... and the counter structures? the abuse... slows down... in the most realistic ordeal of anticipating  near, but. never realized completion... what, a, leisure! the forest, the moon, the shadow, the crown... all that's missing is a poetic vagabond's (of an) incision into a soul... the tired yawn of a lion ingrained in a delusional concern for the depth of man... oh the leisured man... and his vantage points... prompts of a view with a missing lot, curiosity...  cradle of the curiosity... cradle.. how else, if not coupled with...
a curiosity coupled to a, grave.

deity, of fixed,
stature;

within the confines
of the prefix
omni-

what am i,
what am i, not
to think,

to encompass,
"the", all?

maybe some
clown-male-up
would-help?!

now i better hope,
that it does....

were we not oh so inquisitive,
concerning
the origins of said,
story?
sure...
sure...
such a feeble god...
bu what a more than
overtly feeble
invocation
of a real god!

what feeble reasons!
for whatever
is testified
as a, "feeble" god
to be conjured!
  
  **** you!
and whatever comes with your
grievance of sharing heritage!