Tangible Choice

Who has a life that is worth more

Then a plant in the woods

Or plants tied to a rope in the sea?

Is your viscera waiting to escape

And claim its worth and right the throne?

Would your brain then complain and

Be represented by your heart

In an honourably fleshy

And human

Trial about humanity?

Choose your part

Your body part

Gazing then at oceans, forests and lands abroad

Cries the eyes

“without me you would want to die

or be killed by your manic depression”

Then the tongue lashes out and tries to kiss

The first face that it sees

Begging to lick and be licked

To provide the essential being for you belonging

Waiting for your three essentials, he supplies

Birth, marriage, aging

My tongue latched to a maidens

Is the best of all three

Welcome to the other side of the moon

All your flesh loses to me

I am the dirt

Who will present your flesh with maggots

Who will do you no honour

Who will die because your flesh is gone

And marrow empty

So they too shall return

But no filthy worms shall eat them

Welcome to the true essentials

Of life that is now

Time that is always

Death that is honest

No judge, trial and jury needed

For the beautiful innocent man

Where flesh cannot compete

And souls and character do not exist

Flowering in the winter the petals always grow

And fall every day

On the bed of the eternal serpent

Who makes his bed of your fear

Loss of the need of comparison and will

It is truly a time to lose and kill

Reveries of mantra, prayer and waste

Forgotten with warted tongues taste