["What man has joined, nature is unable to put asunder." - Brave New World - A. Huxley]

I stare down upon my hands as I float through intimate moments

I swear on a stack of Bibles to strain every nerve to prevent...

Insane acts of hysteria

From teasing my senses

Yet not even hope

Can disturb my offences

Motives changed and left me deranged

To the gracing works of the soothing earth

Exhausted by lust, with fingers crossed

I take the shine off the swoon of birth

Sentiments are running deep

Miles to go before I sleep

My eyes water in the speedy air

Their vision is bleak and sore

Though these eyes said otherwise

The feeling's back for more

I join the ranks of silent witnesses

Hearts maintain a stony silence

Quiet, nearly gone

I seem to catch my breath

Once the vultures come

Now enter the scavengers