Temple

I - the beginning life gathers around food, eat as much as you want and it is called gluttony but it is never too much said the glutton spirit.

it was loss that taught me to treasure, it was shame that taught me to walk with dignity, it was a punch below the belt that showed me warfare,

and lust greeted me, took me for a ride through the sky, it was quite the journey, left me high and dry, as it was never enough, that's the state lust told me,

and i wish, dream, yearn of old times. they're gone aren't they? how things used to be, were they ever real? you say grow up/

and everyone says things like my kids, my family, myself, god, my career so it seems rather silly this question. wait a minutes, for those answers really touch skin, when things go bad, when skin cracks,

you're talking to a spirit, even though you think i am once again full of nonsense. how can flesh be spirit? you ask. and i have to quite agree,

emotions peel off, spirits disrobed. it is easy to take off skin, though the endless squabbles sure makes one pause. for real?

everybody wants to be the exception when lightning hits, when thunder roars, the gods are angry though not at me. everybody wants to escape accountability when the auditors audit,

that i, mere me could call the lark to amuse, to befuddle, to wake up i've never been though, i like to think i have! asleep, pondering, wrenching that glow stick

neurosis thickens, widens, stretches creativity churning out - what scorches, burns, laments will come later when the end is seen. sprouting greens do not see decay, fresh clean slate eventually weeps.