Telaestheticist

This is our great temptation
That comes from our intent
Into our inclination
It follows our descent

Of that which isnt mentioned
It speaks without a word
Within the heart contentioned
In this it is preferred

Without the clearest motive
Our game continues on
Inside our minds distortive
About what we will spawn

In truth there isn't much
That we will not include
In sight and smell and touch
And hear with attitude

The fun is in the guilt
We all construct about
The structures we have built
And things that we seek out