Extinct instinct paradigms

 
Why does the first romantic night spent together have to be rough and hungover? Why is it that the hey-hawking of the tax organs involved in love-making is so saliva-producing that it's downright disgusting?! In orgies of pent-up urges, why did the ecstasy of the Universe feel unbearable? Can we survive ourselves in two bodies united in a fused unity? Do we not change, like butterflies in a cocoon of silk, so that the only sign of all fulfilled joy may be Executioner-Death?!

Two androgynous souls lay in solemn exaltation side by side, And imagined this the order of the Worlds, which was ordained from all eternity. We may often be known to grope in the nest of our sure present as if we were in a crater-deep mine for precious stones. The gentler contours of our femininity tend to be forgotten from time to time, so that our vestigial animal instincts, swept under the carpet, can come to the fore.

The star-storm of the Cosmos outside clears to a nearer view; brilliant meteors seem to clear when we gaze lovingly into the halo clouds of radiant eyes. A love-kiss, turned back again, is still concealed, Worn with eternal immortality; - Birthmarks in the navel's centre, and in the back's ribs, Like secret cipher-markings on a mosaic-peacock. Once we descend into the unconscious, we can understand all the changes that can be manipulated by emotion. Our common, encoded things are drawn into a magic circle of healing redemption!