twisting in it...

[god_andthe_muse]

Here I am confronted by ambition, dragging my desire along with, mixing realms resistant to receive...
Here I am naked before these texts, open and wanting on the one hand,
 penetrating, pursuing, attacking on the other:
                                     to these words, these thoughts, these concepts I bear down with all the force I can muster, invading sacred places and allowing it all to invade me,
beneath my skin
echoing in bones

"It's a flickering" they tell me, this attitude I assume. A flickering. Maybe a flicking. Maybe a tasting and a biting of this forbidden apple...
...but I don't know if it fell from the tree of wisdom or if I plucked it from the tree of knowledge
and I don't know which is better.
Sometimes, poison is delicious.

So I dance in front of it, equal parts rehearsed performance and desperate improvisation. I will seduce this ivory tower while it disciplines me, impregnates me with meaning,
empties me,
enlivens me,
espies me....