Idealized

 No physical truth comes close to what my mind has made of You...                                      

In the Untamed Waters of my Subconscious
 Your Vitality sends electrical pulsations
Causing erections in each and every one of my pores

This perfectly flawed Singularity born by Itself
Was not conceived  by Fear
Nor Doubt

Curiously; I am aware of the possible outcomes                              
Within Odds doomed by Time and Space..

You would be on your knees                                                                                                          My face proudly staring down
At the Crown of your dabbing Head...

BUT... as indistinguishable as Time and Space attend to
Control and Power        
So will Yourself within their Comprise

Hence; In this Cognizance
- disheveled, unhinged-
You remain free from Linear Restraints

Conceding Yourself will ever enjoy
- a taste, a glimpse-
of the Freedom I have bestowed
I questionably doubt your hand will ever know
 The end of your Callus Towering Adore