Lust

Conquer synapses through chaotic seances,
Vainly I attempt to collaborate my mind,
Collate and collect and try my best to divine,
My intentions, contentions, my attempts at ascensions,
All mesmerized and hypnotized,
As my mind writhes in the dry stream bed.

Painting my face red in agony,
Clawing desperately and disparately,
Unique in methodology,
Neurotic in doxology,
Satiated in psychology,
Incorrigible in pathology.

Yes, I lust,
Indeed I do,
The flames of passion leap high for you,
Not a person or place,
Not a name or a face,
The thing that I love,
The thing that I crave,
Is the vapor of fact,
The wafting allure,
Of information et al
However impure,
Or righteous in nature,

It is this knowledge,
That is my mind's suture.