Body Without A Soul

Grow as if from nothing;
dormant, hibernating.
Now germinate + grow!

Home thou art my heart.
You see as I see
with "I's"
sleeping + waking.
The same, all the same
spinning + spinning,
swimming + swimming.

Disorder within
a secret order.
Coral seeds
in the seas.
It births itself
now it is female
now it is male
now it is all that + more,
an angel whose god is a whore.

As long as this flame burns
the world turns,
the world turns.
But, the moth,
the moth never learns.
'Tis not the moon,
but a sulpher glow.
The moth still circles
'til the wick burns low.

All these things which dream;
strange sylphs
dance strange steps.
Secrets kept,
no need to speak
--fear destroys the weak.