Rip off the masks
of manners and modesty.
Don’t wait to ask
when you already have the key.
Come armed with “only” true passion
and you’ll find me open wide.
Crack open my running mind,
take a breath and look inside.
Is there anything worth the find?
In dreams we’ve more than fair ration.
Shred all forms of convention;
replace it with something hot and raw.
AWAY with purpose and pretension –
tell me, show me your every flaw.
TEAR OUT my eyes so I might see!
CUT OFF my hands so I might feel!
STRIP ME layer for layer!
When you let fall the last peel,
you will have, soothsayer,
a single living flame called “me”.
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