Chapter 125: Ode to the

Ode to the fantasies I dare not imagine;

The ultimate of desires, that I can barely caress--

The most damned of taboos;

For she is a ghost, and I am of flesh--

Ode to the thoughts that wander around her;

The only dress, that I dare not denude--

For the only way to acknowledge her;

Is not in her truth, but in her allude--

Ode to Sophia, to Isis, to Gaia;

The one of many, and the many of nom de guerre--

For she who is mine, might be she who is yours;

But mine is mine, in my motley affair--

Ode to the one for whom I belong;

Her hug my womb, her womb my odyssey--

And together we disembroil the umbilical;

For our harmony is our sovereignty--

Ode to the mom, of my highest myth;

My sister, my daughter, my one revered flame--

The stars, the moon, the earth;

the dancing embers, a chandelier dame--

Ode to the Axis Mundi, my worldly phallus;

The mighty penetration that substantiates my virility--

And the affection is so hungers for;

To soothe the state of my inability--

Ode to the limits of the infinite;

The edges that let me prowl her extravagant bust--

The definite and the imminent;

The uninhibited howl of the animist tuft--

Ode to the voice that has called my name;

The one I was given, like everything with which I am acquainted--

Though still hard to believe, to accept, to have absolute faith;

It is the way, it is the road, it is the path that I find sacred--