One more time around the block
I have no more regrets
Truth is, common logic can’t explain
an exceptional instance of being.
To adapt to the expectations is
one more cycle in the cold abyss
of unfounded being,
teetering with the winds.
In the dawning days of curious thought
Such wonders hath the souls song wrought
From the bosoms soft unyielding skin
I felt in my heart that we were kin
Until I forged an idol of what I sought
To adapt to yourself, though,
to frame this picture with nothing
but the truth you find in your own
beating heart and glowing face,
nothing is left to shake you.
Evolution never dictated
the stolid exceptions to common order
waltzing gayly upon the rings
of our swiftly tilting philosophy
I thought I must separate to be freed
A fallacy slashed by my own need
To fill myself to be full,
to make myself a vessel
by which the universe may swim softly through my veins as I bleed
Now in my own space age
new thoughts are turned upward as I slide down
Into my own dimension,
naked as they come.
In icy times I find warmth
in the way that I was born.
Forever I am bent
by soft eyed pleasures
waltzing around me, and from my
morning prayers to my midnight dares,
likewise do I bend them into
the warmth of myself.