Fragrance, Taken Off by Others

Fragrance, Taken Off by Others,
by J. W. Cassandra

If ugliness of my
nakedness disgusts,
– I understand –
since I don’t wear
other today than
– I didn’t ask it –
fragrance, taken off by others
as a
heavenly attire;
and the strange cloak
doesn’t cover my ugly
essence.
Every fragrance of others,
honey of others
can only disgust you,
don’t aid and don’t abet me
on altar of
deceptive gestures
– don’t deceive –
Everything is dressed by
its own fragrance – the mundane,
borrowed one
doesn’t cover deformity of body.
Flood of kinds of fragrance,
arising from inside flows,
if you are matured,
that takes on you
your true attire.
You are the fragrance, ethereal,
fine, fragile
– one-time –
so, don’t pull onto you all
that is full of lust,
that is sinister – humane!
Be what is you from the beginning:
the unique drop from the fragrance-sea!
So you are one-time,
painfully fresh and
true.
Reality endures only
that is strong and
free.
Attire
– if it exists – gets on you
from inside,
and you become real not outside,
but in your true self
you become divine.