Like
When you’re there And
Its spur of the inspiration and
Your soul is hangin’ out, raw,
Satisfied,
And the jaunt is ON and
It’s consuming
Like
Candy
Asking me to put more tongue into it and
Lick ruins feast—
My soul
Goes into recluse and
There is no telling
There is no telling
Eternity is left
Eternity can be reached but
Purposely
Is
Not
