Three Walks: A Triptych.
Disatisfied Hedonist I rise and fall, and each time I curse my destination. If it doesn't move How do I know it's breathing? Why can't it meet me half way? Who is satisfied with these trinkets? and chasing clouds of elation, digging into shards of persons to sustain orgasm? I may be moving but I'm still on the road and sick of the air out here Disatisfied Legalist I climb and sink, and forever I curse my pitiful flesh always battling fatigue. There's a top to the ladder but the climbing makes me sweat. My luminous codes of conduct are jewelry, I am distinguished by denial and from here I can see a landscape of festering sinners; eating their own destruction and expelling filth upon filth. But I, I, I have escaped. I can still see them far below. Justified, Enabled. I walk, I stumble, and each time I can stand with just enough strength for the trial. Although I am beaten and bruised my appetites are not searching for stimulation, comfort or status. I have achieved no...