Day 80 (Driving Desire)

Lust after the light within the tunnel foreclosure on route 64, it's the faith in your sinking vessel in the dry dock of my intention that I find the face of security turning so slowly away from the object of its desire, to be one without separating dreams and necessity, seek the stone you threw at the one who sinned, place the straw to break the back of the camel who waits for you.