Easily earned and so willingly spurned and too willing to spurn
A mind set-up like mine,
You should have learned that which has been occurring incurs none to yearn
For a time you design.
Shape of ipseity--fake spontaneity--worships the line
Of the libertine sneer.
Things you decide are aligned with outside ministration, resign
To a binding veneer.
Body and thoughts are controlled by the scores who will whore you, adore
That you feel so mature,
Choke all the beauty inside your ethereal guts till the core
Of them turns to impure.
Everything touches you, scraping the sacredness right off the skin
That I wanted to kiss.
Memories plaguing my aging perception of you, I'll begin
To erase what I miss.