the world is full
of tastes
of smells
of sounds
of touch
of gravitic waves
and more senses and more
to deny ourselves sensations
to deny ourselves the painful beauty
out of moderation or some shyness that such action will make us seem less
not to me I say, not to me
revel in life, if you desire it, take a piece of it;
anything else is blasphemy
it makes profane that which is holy
this world may be all we have
live it