the structure of my paradigm is weak
and fractious in all the strangest places
tectonic plates are like to spring a leak
tectonic shifts are like to unstrung laces
the fabric of desire is unsound
and willingness is infrequently traded
promises and precepts are unbound
the fury of desire is unabated
the Sturm und Drang of heart perforce erratic
in hunger, thirst and lust are ever-changing
in moments melancholic and ecstatic
these fibers are relentless rearranging
