With a boom and glow,
The red hot hot
Emotion ends as does the dire need,
For relief from something unexplained
For traveling abound with sights galore
Cures little of what is in the moment,
Incurable.
A disease of thought, strikes at your soul,
And ambition nor passion, nor wealth, or even greed,
Can shelter or pull you from the abyss,
Which in that moment this moment, all those moments,
Is all that exists.