Ecstatic cults and orgiastic rites
That’s the world I live in
A Dionysian overlay on modern life.
Sex is a play of intertwined serpents
Touching each other, intermingling tongues
Letting their roots commune in a divine exchange of energies.
I am paid to organize those in easily consumable, packaged little clips
Snipets for my fellow humans to feast on
To redirect their base urges
Stemming from a biological function, an appetite for sexual diversity
Co-opted by a very smart industry.
Snakes and ladders, snakes and holes
Buttons we press on each other
Flesh grinding against flesh
Thoughts emerge, intrusive
They evaporate as the animal body claims us back
To pay attention to this moment
This divine instant where separate beings
Reach into one another
The marriage of the sun and the moon.
Taking and giving
In what can only be a holy exchange of everything
Manifested in the most crass of ways.
Skin against skin and – wait, it’s too pink
I should make the tones a bit more yellow
Since that’s the note I got on my last scene.
I am the rearranger of your desires
I know which buttons to press to make you feel good
The feedback loop from body and voice
That mimics what this universe is doing
Just exploding back and forth from void to existence.
This cycle of life is what we’re celebrating, on a micro level.
Except that no, it’s just these monkeys rubbing their bodies together.
Oo oo Aa aa
What the fuck are we doing? What the fuck is the cosmos doing?
Just BHRBEZHZZZ In and Out, In and Out, all the time.
This senseless game that it’s playing with itself… with each other? With itself?
I don’t know anymore. I really don’t.
Alright monkey, put your clothes on.
Time to go to work.