When I saturate, I reach every part.
No place to hide, I am oil, I transform.
I overcome, triumphant, pure of heart.
Even inner transcendence needs reform.
But then I refuse to blend with the self.
Holy oil meets flesh: I call for your blood,
pervading straddled boundaries in shelf.
Delicate flame illuminates to bud.
No private self, nor public self, I’ve met.
Are you ready to taste and break with sin?
Simple truth: what you see is what you get:
inside looking out; outside looking in.
Therefore I am, who I am. Be mine!
Arcane paradoxes none; I am wine.
.
No place to hide, I am oil, I transform.
I overcome, triumphant, pure of heart.
Even inner transcendence needs reform.
But then I refuse to blend with the self.
Holy oil meets flesh: I call for your blood,
pervading straddled boundaries in shelf.
Delicate flame illuminates to bud.
No private self, nor public self, I’ve met.
Are you ready to taste and break with sin?
Simple truth: what you see is what you get:
inside looking out; outside looking in.
Therefore I am, who I am. Be mine!
Arcane paradoxes none; I am wine.
.
