trapped in organic matter
aching of the singular
the hungry soul
grasps at solitude
gasps at union
the struggle
to merge…
Heated coupling
to fertile seed
fragile attempts
at internal harmony
the separation of flesh
and form
contains us
some feel the maddening
and suffer -
pen and brush outlets
others run
from reality
from mortality,
the finality
or is it just
freedom’s dance
from these cellular walls?
Wanderings and Reflections