It’s just about the same, just about all the time
The same graspy-gropey pulling-tuggery and un-buttonzippiness.
Like two eggs having to hatch all over again again and again. We question our shells.
Sometimes we’ll remember to wear packaging that comes apart easy enough,
so the present can be opened, put on the bed, beat the hell out of, and put back in its wrapper.
It seems so random.
As again again, no maybe not today, again again, so soon to see the sight of such a familiar stranger near. They fall together on sight as if shot, and tear apart the bows and strings again.
Two piles of oxygen cling and conform to one another
writhing and ceasing like a water in the wind
they get lost
and again again beating the wall with frothing endorphin's
feeding the bull and the bear
hoping to satisfy a chemical equation.
The Human element left asking, “How am I supposed to feel?”
Together they clash;
two piles of oxygen, two waves from opposing ends of a spectrum
force fit together with hopes of a harmony.
They make a new heartbeat,
and form a new flesh,
and learn to see God for a fleeting moment,
and then detach.
Cut in half they fly apart, now two distant starts on a chart
and wander as aimlessly as the many breaths expelled.
Inhale, exhale, open up, ****, **** and then ...disappear.
This speed-of-light life is made vain in so many ways.
We destroy ourselves with nature.
We **** our minds with pleasure,
and ignore truth beyond any attempts to measure.
Thus is the fate of the fleshly things.
I feel like when Adam and Eve first saw their nakedness they realized they had a new master that would never let them go.
