Oh wicked heart who beats a beat of a thousand beats; beat no more for thy rancid soul has flushed me from your system and now the favor is returned. I’ve held court and pronounced sentencing; you’ve been tried and found wanting in the ways of romance and temperance. Temperance and exculpation are not in the deck of cards I’ve dealt neither is forgiveness. What are your plans your intentions your dreams? Would you have me beg or cry or kneel at your lovely feet prostrate with longing and grief? Arrogant, crass, distant kin of a fool of a mad king, remove the bind you’ve placed on my heart and set me free to fly.
Eighty-eight constellations grace the vast, the heavens and I wish to explore the realm of the hunter. To run free with canis minor and canis major. Sirius the brightest star we can see is calling to me, how can I go if I’m not free? Castor and Pollux yearn for my flesh, to taste me, suck me fill me with divine glee, how can they ravage me if I’m not free? To leave here running naked through Crux is my dream, Charon cannot catch me there for he is old and slow and I’m free, gratis and me.