Saturday, August 19, 2006


I make my way down the broken path
Blackened rough and ragged
Stretched out like a dried out
Magma River

An amber flash beams my wants to attention
And I obey
Turning my rocket mind
Inside out

The Avatar beckons
And I obey

Approaching the Temple

A wary sinner
I unscrew open

Metal and plastic place of prayer
My choices three
A trinity of divinity pouring

As a spider weaves her silk across
She freezes at my finger

I press a Premium button

The Temple words flash
"Begin Pumping"
"Begin Pumping"
"Begin Pumping"
And I obey

Filled up,
Driving away,
I am at peace.