My dear Talamundus,
What made you turn your back
on the faith, you once professed?
Don’t you know that the all-seeing,
all-hearing one years for your songs
Don’t you know that he longs for the streams of energy
you radiate? That he longs for an
Our streams of consciousness are
parched without the source, because
at the source lies the great bliss
in which the One resides.
You, once a preacher of the
hedonistic vision know this better
than most, and yet you regressed
You an apostle of the glowing
fountains of gnosis, now a
scholar preaching enlightenment
Oh, how the mighty have fallen!
Don’t you realize that the
connections you made, with
the other brothers of our galvanic
union leaks into a thousand ages?
Why then did we do OxyContin
and then proceed to merge in
the flesh in our group meetings?
Don’t you remember the pain
leading to pleasure when I
first knew you?
Don’t you realize that there
is no other means of rapture
except the prostate?
Why are you then shackled
up with a woman?
We exclude women for a reason,
they do not possess the all-pleasure
giving shaft, and yet, here you are,
disgracing that very organ!
Don’t you realize that the One desires
your white blood?
It stimulates the all-consciousness.
You must offer it to him!
But you choose lips and caves!
© Nitin Lalit Murali (2019)
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