at the winter solstice.
God Set, knowing the world thorough direct experience is your gift.
I know this eternal sun return will one day end.
As my skin fades and my orgasm shudders into silence,
you are the knowledge of my death and the death of the whole universe.
Knowing this I seek to live well and, when I am gone,
cut me headless, do not save my innards in jars,
‘I’ shall indeed arise again but not ‘me’.
Woven in the worlds story, active in the here not hereafter.
I pledge to live this life with pleasure and freedom and power.