Each time I read,
I feed
On the words I heed
That will lead
Me to impede
On my need,
Which is no ****,
But of which I bleed
Without greed.
I am freed
As I pray bead-to-bead
When I read
With the determination of a stampede,
The delicacy of a centipede,
The brilliance of an equine steed
The toughness of a car just keyed,
And with the harmony of a reed
Until from life I secede.