A Dead Ideal

Once I thought I'd create
such a moment
a true ideal
that though above
and below it
might vomit putrid fluids,
well so what!
I had one moment
and back I'll fly,
prove I keep my memories.

That line of thought--ideal
--what a joke,
a sham to remove a self
from turning ongoing
whose insatiable demands say
"Do something--Now!

"What you thought you'd avoid
by doing once I need again
and again and more besides."