Wednesday Night.

Tell me about the places
That I will never go;
Tell me about the faces
That I will never know.
Tell me of the loves lost
To tradition and ceremony;
Of seafarers tossed
Into plans for hegemony.
Send me backwards, reeling
From your deeper insights;
Excite my raw feelings
With your tender insides.
Drag me to my death
From sheer exhaustion;
Struggling for breath,
Driven by compulsion.
Do all of these things
To me that you will;
I only ask you not sing
Of detachment so shrill.