shedding the skin

¨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