It Has a Core

underdarkness's picture

Such a simple thing
seems so
attractive.
It takes a sort of
deliberation;
a contemplation
of the fixation.
It eats at you,
effectively,
working into your
mind.
There is nothing else
while all else
continues.
It does not fear
this thing called
loss,
nor does it
embrace it.
It isn’t hard to
glorify the
act.
Rather easy to
abridge the
act;
to make it
mindless.
Pointless.
Soulless.