You have fondled the breast of good sense,
supped of the cup that nourished it, sucked
and mulled every lesson with puckered lips –
savoured and dry-licked drips of the goodness
dispensed. It is a world of tangible munificence –
satisfaction guaranteed; you have pooped and
peed with avid ease, free of anxieties, free
of everything except sense-of-self. And all things
good relate to you and your wellbeing, I am the
wellspring of all of these; hearken unto me and
you will sleep free of milk-curdled dreams.
© 1 April 2007, I.D. Carswell
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