Grey Frenzy

By beckon of midnight the stars fuse

Along the subtle twilight moon

A sharp, yet quite an adept muse

Struck while atop I sat a dune


Adrenaline scours my veins

A flux unlike any before

Soft as the nature of cinquains

Paradise forevermore


Prosperity oozes in masses

Euphoria profuse I sought

Despair swift she collapses

Austerely wounded left distraught


Passion, passion

Kiss every edge never been touched

Abstraction, abstraction

Swamp me within incessant lust