In one brief moment, everything changes.
For a split second, thought becomes something distant.
Sensation is full, yet innocence gone.
A feeling of nothing, but everything.
Paternal elders understand, yet shy away.
They know how everything works in their head.
Brief, pure bliss attained through primitive acts.
Maternal elders understand, but blush
like it is something to be ashamed of.
Higher powers tend to condemn this void,
but all show what this signifies, even though
they don’t like to speak of it. One pure word.
Unity.
Jul 8, 2011
Jul 8, 2011 at 4:42 PM UTC
In one brief moment, everything changes.
For a split second, thought becomes something distant.
Sensation is full, yet innocence gone.
A feeling of nothing, but everything.
Paternal elders understand, yet shy away.
They know how everything works in their head.
Brief, pure bliss attained through primitive acts.
Maternal elders understand, but blush
like it is something to be ashamed of.
Higher powers tend to condemn this void,
but all show what this signifies, even though
they don’t like to speak of it. One pure word.
Unity.
I haven't touched this poem in many, MANY years. Any comments, concerns critiques are welcome.
