This ochred cloth shrouds me with shreds of holy virtue
Yet safeguards me within solitude from earthly sorrows 
Dare I lift this veil and test my faith in the furnace???? 
Or live yet another day behind pious walls and chastened gates 
 
 
The sheath of serendipity denies me any feral convergences 
Phallus fallacies that prove no match for Diana's quest for Venus  
I sense powerful forces flowing forth through yonies yearnings 
As Orion’s quest continues for a Pleiades flying out of formation
 
 
Anaximenes has bid me safe passage towards Philadelphia
Though my coarse coil would prevent any eros there in that realm
Tethered to bells and sandals lotus legged astride a straw mat
I tend to the study of lofty tomes and memorizing anachronistic hymns