O world, I sniff you like gasoline
Can't get enough irresistible fiend
Inhale you and moan with olfactory lust
Knowing full well you are death and dust
A fierce itch even as I scratch and sigh
and crave more scratching to satisfy
the endless desire to be immersed
in what I see clearly should be reversed
should be transformed into higher calling
to embrace the lifting and deny the falling
to become what is possible past best intent
to receive the vision that heaven sent
back to us, addicted creatures of greed,
of peace past understanding, love more than we need,
joy more than fulfilling, and so I pray
a new life given to me. Let it start today.
- HJ Feb 22, 2010