Stare

To know its heaven
And lust for its hell.
To stare longingly
Down the paths of dreams
As they've been tread.
They hang heavily.
A pungent essence
Sharp against the ghost of my being.
A spirit of good
The essence of the beautiful
Things of the earth.
Erudite tomes.
Unread words haunt the stillness
Of the dust.
Of the cold fire of passion.
I gorge my eyes,
Feign inebriate.
Never to be satiated,
The universe encompasses
And I stand at its edge.