Success is a lathe
I feel contempt within lust
gravely at peace, consume Eros
speech scissors incantatory
ego, lush and alight encumbrance
of particulate essence/artifacts lifted from scene
asterisk parentheses - make liturgical caveats
(for what is abuse, where else but in
deforestation: commandment for psychology
laureates: books remind sometimes of webworld
tho not as durable or utilitarian
especially poem-books and artist's journals
chronicles of attended/yet-unfulfilled wishes?)
grandly approximating Love's assault upon self
and seizure as of mastery
even daring condescend to lordly pulse
in concept if not in grain.
So it is for anyone in grips of
possessing - too-cursive free will insinuating as-faint/exact
as gravity sucks til all is plunder.
