"Daimoness of Conjured Desire"

Soteria, you are mine, Daimoness of protection...

You go before me and the ways foresee and
clear from them any harm and all obscurities

Paths to be taken; plans beforehand, I've not
yet even begun thinking; you have already in
materialized form and in motion seen; these to
you are known; and whether they having been
plied, prospered and successfully achieved, or
failed, so that with prudence, it's abandonment
that is the best recourse for me

Upon my shoulders, there you sit perched; at my
eyes level, to me you speak and teach and, as I
listen, glean and learn: from the arcane wysdom
of ancient sages, by which I from you receive all
instruction of the ages and eons of these who've
been world-walking whisperers of the winds; and,
Wyzards, Druwyds and Shaman with whom, now I
feel akin

With your daemonic thighs that by you are secured
and unmovable and firm; you have positioned your
sweet-tasting lips towards my face for an reason; my
tongue extended, so that gently and with skilled
and superior sucking and eating and licking, my
payment to you is requited; for our life-long bond
that's been enacted, of guidance and protection

This, also part of our connection; and then you,
through channeling via the higher-intellect of my
minds 3rd-eye that's now wide-open, lead me to
what's safe

And then there's also occasionally direct contact,
whereby you and I experience through piercing of
the veil, metaphysical sensations that's by-way-of
the vehicle of astral-projection

But, however you've chosen to with me commune,
the messages I received, have always subliminally
been perceived, in that mental-state of reality from
the pineal gland of the frontal lobe, that's absolute
enlightenment and all-knowing, so that words need
not be spoken
descending via impulses that's along the spines
intricate nervous system carried
base of the spine wherein is seated the limbic-
system; network of desires, that in the body of
us all manifest sundry forms of desire

I feel your thought come as urges that myself guide

Above the plane wherein we exist, you can roam
freely without obstruction; uninhibited by binding
of the constraints of one-dimensional man; you,
immaterial being, are by nature intra-dimensional
and can travel on the vehicle of light on an whim

But still I wonder...

Do you want my originality, my normality... if you
really looked into my eyes would you then still
smile at me

Conformity has far from me flown; I'm no longer
as one known... I'm an abstract

Just call me by the names of legions; look into
the broken mirror, and the reflected reflections of
the fractions in time will suffice