In madness I come before you, to

     bare all, no stone of mind left

     unturned, no misery foresaken in

     lieu of joy for all is the same

     to me, in madness.

 

In humility I bow and scrape before

     you, to fawn over you, hands

     clasped in servile stance, crying,

     obsequiesness is joy to me

                                        in humility.

 

In pure meat lust I thrust myself

     at you, straining and screaming

     at the physical chains that hold,

     cock dances huge erect before me,

     beckoning strangely in pure meat lust.

 

In dreams I come to you; vision or

     nightmare mouthing wordly wisdoms

     just beond the range of hearing,

     frustrated and tormented I float

     before you, in dreams.

 

With words I shout at you, pedantic

     mumblings, dreary teachings beyond

     detachment and reason; madness,

     humility, lust and dreams spew

     forth; a fountain, I must release

     my soul, with words.