monologue

monologue
pro:
if a being could achieve a moment of absolute solitude,
by separating all reasons from established forms of experiences,
perhaps he can express infinity in himself in motion
being faultless, without need of judgement
contra:
why would a being of true solitude,
even remember or have need of faculty reason?
it is a better way to say being a dead rock.
pro: and am I dead?
I was written.
contra: without din and pain of a busy life,
a cracked rock has no resemblance to God
pro:
my room collects dust born from dead stars
and I am a star that must fall on the ground
contra:
there is nothing beyond that.
pro:
does a thinking rock get a morning boner,
for a non-existent woman?
contra: you cannot know women if you are not man.
pro: I am a virgin.
contra: you have never been.
pro: exactly, I was written. I was born from my morning boner. I was made to find that woman.
and what obsession should I have, with a rock that was raised as a star, and must crack and fall as dust?
ejaculation has neither moral conscience, nor rules for creation.
there is nothing else that exists beyond the destiny of a comet.
this little world-puzzle, the labyrinth
is a poor excuse for hiding one's horny erection
with hunched back of crescent moon
contra: you will not persist beyond this
pro: are you a virgin?
or do you want to show me kindly your arse?
contra: there is no meaning in this.
pro: then abstain thyself eternally from happiness,
and seek nothing but a life with actual energy
contra: your energy shall be depleted.
man's lot is short.
pro: are you a virgin?
contra: penetrating my defence for you from the universe, and you will only find a void.
pro: let me see your face.
pro: you are still not the woman i made myself to seek.
pro: who left the lingering fragrance? I was sweaty and smelt like a beast...
pro: I am the being that is most solitary in the whole universe, and I seek nothing within it.