Enigma

Elation of a narcotic sense

Eater of my world

A perturbation of the absolute

In contrast to the apparent

A dwelling, presiding

The mutiny of sense

As it all begins and all ends

Yet it never dissapates

An acrid fragrance

that is paunful yet pleasing

Destructive yet can heal any wound

An oasis of life hidden

Deep in the desert of the mind

This is mine

This is ours

This is enigma