purge
9 12 2009a country and pure bliss,
deeply loving, deeply wanting.
the distance loud, calling the chase.
the pain and pleasure a wrestling fight.
no wine dost quench, no brew dost wake,
no lasting awareness, no searching fright;
struggles of who, battles of where
he will follow, he will
to collision, to glory, to ruin, to end.
and oh, when the purge dost come,
far late and to waste.
i have never seen someone expressing the sensation of purging to be so…..passionate?? hahahahaha