Pleasure.

and all my words, and my half warm theories,

the line from which i wish to jump

and my self made mind,

to my saturated heart,

i find obsession that, versus intelligence,

is condemning and like

an exact god, without mercy

but, still, reattributing.

i must reiterate to my

won true self

how,

if i wish to possess motion,

i must also possess pleasure.