Carpe Diem, Dimittam Nocte

The early Aryans worshipped a plant from the gods:
Soma - the gateway to the other side of consciousness.
we become addicts to feeling certain ways,
anger, rage, jealousy, serenity, humility, sanctity,
through sex, or drugs, or love, or power,
...lust, greed, envy, pride, gluttony, wrath, sloth,
...chastity, charity, kindness, humility, temperance, patience, diligence,
...luxuria, avaritia, invidia, superbia, gula, ira, acedia,
...castitas, caritas, humanitas, humilitas, temperantia, patientia, industria;
seven sins to capture our souls,
seven virtues for the angels/stars to watch us burn,
dreaming of returning to that sacred connection
to get higher and maintain and enhance, building attachment;
attachments forming realities as synapses establish shapes and lighting,
silver linings clinging to the edges of gray matter,
each reality becoming a religion to live within and preach as the one and only truth
as contrasts and conflict stir from stagnancy, our happiness more true than any other.

I found my goddess while intoxicated
under the sky of a Venus sunrise,
our laughter colliding with the moon  
as we pressed into each other against horizons fire,
memorizing each other's movements
in the silhouette of the dark

but now she worships Mars
while Saturn paces
with distant silent hope,
circling the scene on a solar breeze.