We scorn the domesticated scholars in their unblemished,
halcyon temples, isolated and confined
in prisons of theory and vague conjecture.
Tempers violent. Passions vehement.
Uncaged and unburdened, we now see clearly.
Only amidst the sea of refuse shall we find enlightenment pure.
To be righteous we must be consumed by the most profane.
And so we shall descend into the very bowels of physical consumption.
Desperately searching eyes are blinded by the wild joys
of boundless pleasure, writhing in the excrement of unfettered appetite.
We revel in ecstasy of gratification, the union of opposites,
the union of sames. Mask kissing mask, image caressing image,
in the sty of self-absorbed enchantment.
We are unruly beasts driven by desire.
And we delight in our filth. We glory in the visceral,
We relish unfeeling, all-feeling detachment.
And you know that I love you. Here and now, not forever.
I can give you the present. I don't know about the future.