It’s been a while
since I’ve dipped
my toe
in the Devil’s Spring.

For last I did
it took a week to realize
I’d already dived,
headfirst, in.

How now to control
such endless lust,
which tempts both fiends
and godly men?

Can trust be laden
on the backs of those
who sit on shore
or wait in other glen?

Only night coming soon
will tell for sure;

The moon sheds light
upon what
real men tend
to be.