fornicating self interest

Perhaps, a quieter response would subdue my
sense of feeling inadequate?
My sense rise up,
then fall immediately into despair!
But, such silence requires a question of thought. . .
dare I think about the truth being told
that often dares to challenge my virtue.
Intelligence of such great perfection,
so excellent,
I confess to everything.
Such a return to my nest of sorrow,
for the birds to gather upon
union of natural upbringing.

Then I imagine,
how sweet the smell of sea salt.

How aroused I become,
and the world is pure in every way.
I mind this with my utmost love,
it spreads like the heaven above.