Boredom is ultimately my focus of destruction.
intellectually, sexually, emotionally, I tire of routine.
So I jump haphazardly from one lonely adventure to another.
Some fulfill, those I keep in my treasure chest of memories.
Others lose their tantillation after one sweet taste.

Reflecting I realize that this bungee play
has sorted out my animosities
to bring a clearer image of myself
to carry my soul to brave new heights
as so there is a purpose to boredom
but destruction still bears it's sweet pursuit.