the_soothing_tempest_of_truth Dafremen R. Dafremen Eat no more than you have eaten Drink your fill and be done Match the frequency of your giving To the rate of your consumption Too many times the thoughtlessness Rings my hands, clenches my stomach Yet beckons unto my human nature Intoxicating in its stench Calls me out from this mystic place Peaceful place where my heart resides Drops me to my godless knees For want is its own volition Vice squeezes the life from us Yet spurs us on and away And the soothing tempest of truth Remains behind Awhirl in the maelstrom 030404 what's it to you? who go blather from