To make wholly the holiest
Mortals I tend to
Intending to be
Something more than a man
But I am
And I long for this biblical chaos
To end
Without care or concern
To seek pleasure whenever
The loneliness yearns
For connection, compassion
Detaching from grasping
The answers so near at hand
Desperately clasping
At nothing to find
Any meaning in time
Any purpose save for the one
Felt at her side