the bride........the master.........

in yonder window he sleeps...........he regards the night as the key to the prison cell of his exsistence.......
for he can free himself from the shackles of his destiny by daylight...............into the dark and voluminous depths of sleep.....
whatever measure it takes.......he will go the distance.......
to experience the laws of conformity with passionless constitution.........
he will NOT be punished for his yearnings.........
his punishment lies simply in his own painful soul..........
digging through the dirt and earth........
to arrive at the 'fruit'...........
abandoned by the carnivorous ones.........searching for flesh.......
the fruit will do him fine.........
he of simple expectation.........
supremely male..........