A Last Intoxication

[Ierrellus]

The sweetness of decay
Intoxicates,
Makes us forget
Plumed fragrances
When fresh was sought
As never enough,
Covers withering petals
With brown acceptance--
Until they fall and float
Dry again in the wind
Of constant change.

[Meno_]

Yea, like when getting up in the morning thinkin about the times when
The stuff didn't weigh down with volumes of pain
When shame was only then a feeling of ennui
If shame
Managable cause last night's tie on
Now fading fading
Caused by 60 days sobriety
The fallen listless not recoverable as a fresh new beginning
But yes the overcoming will effect the tiny antennas of.commutimg with those with yet lovers intact
Forgive oh forgive Irrellus for brazen intrusion into private worlds
Your interested time's space only a matter of seconds on the cosmology scale,

It is Zen before it was called, a do for doing
A space for spacing
Out of This world living on nothing other them the heavily vested breaths of angels.