The Course

Despite an uncomfortable fact, I look down
A vast circulation of warmth
Stretched across obedient grounds
It pulls towards my chest
It feels so heavy now, but I am pleased
The naked lady turns her head and nods
I glimpse her yellow skull with a smile
Her lanky figure leaning against the wall
I am pleased

Looking over the course of our lives
What we have perceived to be the truth
After a false postulation, what is left
After an easy penetration, what comes next
After giving up, what do we have now