I, The Goat Ecstatic

I, The goat ecstatic
extend an elegant hoof into your mainframe
And forge the rivers of this Internet
Singing of my violations
via man.

I, the goat ecstatic
offer the ancient symbols
promised at the last tables of Atlantis
Which weave orgasms of reproduction
into blood
via consciousness.

I, the goat ecstatic
roam the fields and the buttercups,
and rage like a river
pumped by the art of poets
and the lusty tools of celibate monks
via innocence.

I, the goat ecstatic
offer you the fuck of immortality
for there is no time inside of me,
and outside there is only the canvas beneath man's palette;
Nirvana is Samsara
via the goat ecstatic.