What drives
the madman to covet?
Some
say power, some say greed?
Some
say desire, some say need?
But
I say:
Flame
meets flame in quenchless fires.
Forever
and ever does his flesh burn,
As
the heart is filled with yearning.
A
rapture in the night—
Pain,
and harmonic delight.
Ecstasy,
sad and sweet!
Salt
sea eyes beckoning: twisting like
Snakes,
to vacant meadows
To
allay the primitive desire.
No: 4742/3-29-2015
