-to Venus Anadyomene
There's danger in handling Samsara's diary; gambling with fictions. And what, afterall are the odds here of waking? Ardor loaded in the thurible roulette, Desire's consuming centrifuge -death hidden in the chamber. Reduced in the crucible of hours, sentenced to this cannibal casino.
Saturated in the febrile pretension of sleep, locked in the ordeal with the Dakini. She is real. Real as dynamite & she will rock your world, Methusaleh. But the pillow is a damp stone and swamps drag behind, encroaching. Never under-estimate the prowess of the goblin.
The Rot set in. Maldoror & suffocating. Avails thee not try though strike a light against the blot. And She at the end of all things who ignited our dreams combust, just a waterlogged matchbook with "for a good time call" scrawled across the inside cover?
Behind the masque yawns the abyss. May sanity set your shoes along the endless roadside dancing. Seek there mind the spark & secret seed.
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