F...{Forsaken}

In the red light district fuck all is free,
You may walk the streets with an operating open mind,
You may take a stand on a corner, the exquisite idiot,
Standing on the realisation of a firm two feet, in divine assurance,
These feet will not be moved and the word will hold you fast,
What is it that you are selling, it’s not the brave new thing,
Speak for all is to be said, the red light is on for you to sing,
The self centred song, with hands lifted to heaven,
Dizzily self centred, the ministry of tongues, tongues on tongues,
The uncomfortable partitioning the self, the sharing
From there see all possibilities, you’ll find you are not blind,
Fuck all is unconcealed, fuck all is revealed,
Fuck all is strictly a promise, a pin prick hope,
So, exercise single minded restraint, a feint,
Let loose the captive will, a foil to the relentless grope...
To be possessed, submit on your knee to the holy C,
In the red light district,
Cock and cunt as fount present the fundamental novelty, and expansion,
The price to pay is to know, and be known,
And not to be a mere formality, taken,
Given over, given the name, forgiven not, forsaken,
In the red light district
Exclusion is dramatised, in symbolic phantasie,
Extinction is actualised, in unfulfilled lust,
Simply, turn off the light – have encompassing ungodly faith,
In ecstatic darkness pray to the tyranny of earthly feel,
Blind to the idol father of unprincipled disgust.