Fountains of crystal purple stars
Adorned with purpose and beauty
Turquoise eyes seeking the forms
Aristotle contemplates
Newton investigates
Today no conscious pain
No semen stains
I am pure and noble
Like a Bach composition
Tarantulas crawl on the banana tree
Tonight you shall arise in wanton roses
Your voice of harlequin silk
Your bed with dreams of satin paradise
Like the moon floating in liquid
Beauty shall be defined differently
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