Indignance, anger forthwith drowning sacred needs, desires, all
Wished for with prayers fervent, so long that my own
Heart has without sorrow absconded with my hopelessness
And now, these desires are given me and I sneer, dismissing
Divinity as a task. Then I grasp my own dreams, lying before me
It is my desires I pursue when desires are steering my course through life
And I see that all fault lies with ignoring dreams long ago forgotten for
Peace. My own desires are not for the pursuit, cast no wan light as a
Guiding star. They are food for Mistress’s flame, hot vanity.
Give me or deny me, toy with me, embolden yourself.
Should my Mistress use my desires as toys or as tools for her to have all
That my Mistress’s hungry, always possessive heart, a smoldering heaven,
Desires for whate’er passing whim, it’s senseless to reason that I have
Paths for acquiring desires. Mistress owns me. Belonging to her as
Plaything — foundation of dreams of merit. Desires are met through Mistress.
Telling her all, each weighed for deserving and worth, merit, knowing
Each is fodder for uses that my Mistress sees she prefers. In
Truth, in this truth, a sacred forgotten dream is now given life.
And, seeing desires are born for her, it is as it always was.
Being a mere possession, plaything. Mistress shows me still the simple forever
Permanence that is our truth.
