Oh how can it be? Am I guilty by
the reason of my own reason?
. . . and is it still a crime to love
someone from afar. Aaah . . .
thousands and thousands
loving thoughts and not
a directed thought . . .

So be it. May it be a mystery
The poverty of the moment
Treasure hunting Plunging
in to the depths of the soul
or the Beast . . .

Don’t do the time before you commit the crime

aaah you haunting tempting delicious thought . . .

So be it