Thrill Mesmeric

So close but not personal Straight ahead but diagonal Perfectly rational yet paranormal Minutely infinite yet strangely colossal. Here’s to the distance, that’s within the reach Celebrate the rule that inspires the breach Sickening pleasures that poor the rich Guess one time or another, we all got to scratch that itch. Walking on water, floating on Earth, and sinking in the air Too passionate to care, yet too righteous to be fair. Here she comes, the hell on high heels Pure adrenaline, and the hunter becomes the kill I jump to conclusion for the rush of the thrill The artisan of sin, she known how to heal. (C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.