Ruminations on Tan Buttocks

they say that
memories
are published delusions
bent from
the visible spectrum
and that I
am but a thief of
spurious ideas meant
for karmic dissolution
we know that
purity is only
lack of awareness
to diligent extrapolations
exuding from fate
tell us what the fear
is
of resistant unmasking
expose them
to our fundaments
glowing from
terran starshine