The Brustian Solution

Stark naked, cold, and in inglorious entire

As an open wound upon the concept flesh of humanity

I now submit my will to body

Forgivenesses as far beyond my grasp

As were near the ironic values of those delusions

Which once claimed day's hours, and fought the warmth from starless nights

Ever more often now to prevail

A warmth that would otherwise attest salvation as still within my reach

Amidst literatures, which once too offered solace

From an otherwise cruel and oft surreal affliction

Tomes now cold to the touch, and which yield naught

Save for distant, confusing familiarities

Which belong only to a simpler man, and thats image persists

As much so as the sickly scent of that cosmetic bouquet

From which every fairer manifest sex I would pass about my musings

And upon my journey into murderous disposition lingers

I sit and give power to this epiphany

All interpretation is nothing but masturbation

As many words would colour as countless truths would tear asunder

Every monument a satire for reckless self-deception

This world and Earth and all, a curse in shades of colourlessness left behind

So then, I here succumb to lusts attraction

And undertake to task those plans in motion

That I decide by force for satisfaction

And swear to close this monster's evolution

Affections, few and dilute as they lingered

Not ever I these truths will have rescinded

No virtue holds against this dark ablution

Anon arrives the 'Brustian Solution'

Aye, there is a dawning knowledge, after all

And a savior defined in this uncomfortable discovery

'Self is commandment, without the clay

And all sensation as sacred as that moment in which it is taken'

No document could hope to attain those lofty heights

To which this rebel's ego might still soar

If nothing more is learnt than this; I now clearly see

That the answer which for so long proved elusive

Was only so for fear of castigation

Was I for so long the incarnation of abstention

So then, I here succumb to lusts attraction

And undertake to task those plans in motion

That I decide by force for satisfaction

And swear to close this monster's evolution

Affections, few and dilute as they lingered

Not ever I these truths will have rescinded

No virtue held against this dark ablution

With dawn arrives the 'Brustian Solution'