Just yet
upon the precipice
of long-a-sought
tangible peace

Of accepting
why
so impetuously
for a drink, a line, a cookie
a tightly-wound
frangibly unavailable lover
we reach

All satisfying
deeply
hopelessly-entangled-neurocircuitous-urgency
:Guards
against not living

The promise:
blissful chaos
and Flight
from terrorizing
an abyss of boredom
:Death
unsweetened by the pull of light