The Slippery Slope to Enlightenment

I decided to give up smoking,
as it is a vice
and vices are the tiniest threads
that anchor us to this material world.
Next came drinking
and after that, fast food.

I was feeling fantastic,
meditating, packing
my possessions into boxes
before they carried me
into the grave.

My house is for sale;
a braid in the rope, a braid
to affix some well-meaning
family of four. A braid
doused in kerosene.

I want some matches.
I need some matches.