The Banyan Tree

Drunken eyes,
and a fiery feeling in the throat.
Mutilation & castration.
A nudity inspite of clothes.
And a wish for more particular mutilation.
I i i i i have bore many children.
Children of desire & of lust & of truth.
No lies.
I i i i i i i i.........
You can make it that i dont see myself, coz the truth is i have never seen.
I chose not to.
And I'm still that old phallic selfish giant.
Immortality.... I laugh at it, all of it.
But i made it my kapital,
& now naturally i'm broke.
The banyan tree dies.
It dies when its inmates curse it. The cursing is longing for the death.
But can you grow a Banyan Tree anywhere, even in the white embracing snow?