Carried away in the windmills of desire for desire,
A hunt for what was felt not..What was found not..
Wondering if this was the rhythm of fall and rise not knowing the end,
If the path might lead away from the drabness,
Away and yet into another forest edge..
Edge of just the beginning? Or is the end already?
How far does one breath last? How long can one hold ones breath?
And the once traversed edges and forgone brazenness,
Now there we were, here we are, blatantly hunting again..
To the very end, For more always..
And might one run out, only to break into a bleak fall onto the hard earth?..
Or just feel another spin, with no cradle to land in..
A moment of fleeting touch, and the hunter and hunted melt away?..
A prowling sinner awakens within the simpleton,
Feeding off spilling sounds of mumbling caress..
Flaying about the senses, to drain the whispers of two minds,
In a time where life seemed to walk backwards,
A brush of unknown cajoles the mind..
A degree higher in depth , a degree closer to self..
Bathing in camaraderie of selfish fornicating and a tipping edge of likeness,
Temptations far too fickle in nature,
Unhinged, Unbinding and unknown forever the calling..
Deviations persist through their innate nature..
Exceptions drowning the words of saints..
Which would you choose?
Ruffle the monotony on a path undone of spiked drunkenness?
Or smother the breaths with ruptured righteousness?
To be carried away in desire for more want ,
And more unknown..
Ain’t that no sin? Or just a norm for sinner?
For it never felt like one to him,
For a sinner shan’t ever know the end… Look to the end
Keep them coming..He would say
Be carried away.. For the end is never far, never near.