Form refracts notion through pores;

as your touch graces my skin,

my fear of divinity shivers,

as you play with words & I bloom

in a we-are-never-truly-separate-from-esoterics kind of way.

Semantics woven by the soma and the soma remains woven by semantics

if we must be reasonable though, let ourselves be it through playful defiance,

through jest of empiricisms eye,

only for bread and roof,

& only for the sake of compassion,

only when the alternative keeps us bereft of being exponentially more unreasonable after

Will I release this noose of prose or hang from names I don´t really remember asking for??