Self-Consciousness - Mantra.

I
Why should i not lay ripe and laden with fruits
and pleasure the palate of all those who eat from me.

Why should i not hide myself in the obscurity of the night -- straining eminence as a star.
Why should i not take my embryos in a pod and pride my blossoms in the wind
Perfuming the lungs that breathe me.
All this i shall -- but priveledge it for me to seek it from you.

II
Allow me to splendour your soul, let me hold between my fingers your pale cosmic features.
Let me throw your tethered terresterial image
And trim your spinous mind.
Let me detain you a while and wipe your weary face.
Placing in your palms-- no promises ;but gestures of simple grace.

III
Inject me into your veins, brace me to your hips.
Let us loiter togather to savour a twilight bliss.
Sitting a while; forgetful to all but its daily glory.

IV
Regulate with me , i'll sublimate every trace of vindictive barbiturates from your dialects.
And afresh; i'll place syllables on your prickling tongue.
Perpetuating the aroma of your soul into scented thoughts.
Drain into me all your corrosive siliva, bile -- and draw from me redolence.

V
I'll help you find deliverance from what you want to be.
So you may in truth live to what you really are.
Slip away your bands briddled on your shoulders
And leave behind what you tug so hard in gasping breaths.
So collosial a column; obese-- inscribed of pejured goals and aims.
And in a moronic labour why do you fragment 'you' in your brain.