Roughdoubt

Hooks, needles and pins; nails, tacks and thorns, flesh thus adorned: intentions of softness and pleasure never so scorned. Come closer, press in, feel there, between what's cold and sharp; a mindless heaven, a blind grasping, never satisfied; what perversion, this gratifying non-satisfaction, a feast of imagined aromas and catalogued perfections. Pinching and pulling, fascinating suppleness and warmth, these simple snares; bound to the innermost treasures of what can only fade, decay, waste away, leaving only the slop of memory to serve. Shame, the arrow in the heart, an unliberated knowing; human dignity and animal indecency. Strive on, forsaking the desired touch of the promised heart, the end of ensnarement. The rabble winds of fear, confusion, despair, elation, contentment and hope, anger, sorrow and doubt sway not the mast nor tempt the sails; even as the sea fills the hold, drowning and washing away what the voyage accumulated, so to must the provisions be discarded, all