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¨being mistook we burnt the books
thoughts rest, we dwell in our heart’s nest
touched by spirits, our body shook
by God’s light blest as we undressed¨

book burning had always been quite the passion
of the powerful agencies of evil dictatorship
the truth was dangerous after all for the uninitiated

Martin Luther Erich Maria Remarque Bertold Brecht
Heinrich Heine Karl Marx The Bible and The Kama Sutra
all those dirty words filthy cognition and explicit pictures
guides to galaxies of pleasure fulfilment and joy
and yet thoughts are difficult to ban control and extinguish

undressed clarity and nudity liberate body and soul
as God made me I shall venture his path while the snake
can devour the apple as long I explore fig jam and delight

touched by Higher power and spiritual exuberance
a cigar does not need to remain a cigar when angels 
from heaven cheer riding on the chariot’s cherry
and the emperor is left without clothes and no force

our nest is feathered with cinnamon bark of experience
and yet we play like innocent partner in nubile undress
when night casts its dormant spell and already exhausted
we relight our fire guided only by transcendent stardust
and the touch of all touches in our mutual embrace

a metamorphosis in deed and emotion and only God knows

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