Catching up with time 2
I contain within: a lusting desire abound to monsterously consume, down every syllable, nuance and detail, in the wide world's tale, till I'm replete, surfeit when I can't but inhale an inspiration to crush, subdue and make area at the fore for more. There's much I know naught about. Do I possess time tho'? I could create a bottle, I'm told. But what when the evanescing daylight takes over the psyche and the desire darkens as the sun sets? Do I deny my eye lids their sole time of union, when I see a want so amorous? I give up my desire for another. The curtains close; caressing me into oblivion and the eye lids into a conjugation . Till the night rests: new light sears the soothing solace of the darkness; my shut eyes see the blood from the burn- a vainglorious vermillion. My desire arises from the sopor, and I, likewise: groggy and rueful. The hour is lost, and irrevokable; the spirit droops, a wee bit.