stir acidic tides in one's stomach
which all the more hungers,
draw forlorn tears to the eyes
which have seen far too much.
forever seized betwixt the concepts twain
of reality, and impulse vain.
Tossing, turning, he weaves sheets.
Take steeled hammer and bitter fist
against the pillars of decency.
Already crumbling under the weight
of such scorned beneficence that blooms hate,
they buckle and fall.
he hears the unrelenting clamor
of his dolorous, faded heart
pleading for but a spark,
with expectation of none.
What defense can be wrought
against the thunderous imperatives
of lascivious veins, carnality?
Human! decried freely,
as if the base could betide Nature.
Not a boy, not yet a man,
he straddles the gap of experience
with a tremulous thirst.
His heaving chest, bathed in sweat,
overflows with self-love.
Aim for the sainted stars,
the stainless moon
curse and blaspheme the heavens
while sublimating to the Earth's hold.
Be warmed, Cherished Child; return.
His palm produces no fortune but his own,
unfolding along rigid Lust.
Choked sobs, teethed lips:
no longer in sadness, but the Reason of his hips.
Salacious and ravenousbittersweet deliverance.
A tree may fall without sound
in the midst of a dying forest.
The songs of the swallow
may flow through eternity unheard.
But consummation pierces the veil.
Stained, yet not regretting,
he spills his innocence.
In neither plea, nor apology:
to Loneliness, his lover, he screams, "Yes!"
A slave claiming the Master's reigns.
upon the holy ground laid,
rise, god among men.
For he who holds his ego proudly in hand,
knows no hurt.