Cure for the Common Life

will you be my
impassioned high,
brush away
the tears i cry,
adore me 'til
the day i die
with delicious intensity

induce the age
with logic true,
in quiet ecstacy undo
the self i am
to begin anew;
god, i want
to see you

when all of man's
consumed by hate
and light this does
dare desecrate,
with golden hearts
we'll relocate;
be my cure
for the
common life