Ascetic Poem by Vince Rogers

This ochred cloth shrouds me with shreds of holy virtue
Yet safeguards me within solitude from earthly sorrows

Dare I lift this veil and test my faith in the furnace? ? ? ?
Or live yet another day behind pious walls and chastened gates

This sheath of serendipity denies me any feral convergences
Phallus fallacies prove no match for Diana's quest for Venus

I sense powerful forces flowing forth through yonies yearnings
As Orion’s quest continues for a Pleiades flying out of formation

Anaximenes has bid me safe passage towards Philadelphia
Though my coarse coil would prevent any eros there in that realm

Tethered to bells and sandals lotus legged astride a straw mat
I continue my study of lofty tomes and memorizing anachronistic hymns