What - Never Ending
What blots the sun, bloats the moon ?
What from a seance gains us sense ?
What tricks the heart as if at run ?
What causes short breaths to heave
From a chest that wrenches above
The climaxed tourniquet of flesh ?
At dawn of eternity, life's river spawned
Of an ionic maelstrom, primal ooze fresh .
Joining cells bound - Jehovah yawned -
"In a twinkling of an eye", green mould, us
Lusting past reason while rutting in acts of
Desire, will and wisdom woefully wanting .
Ruinous the occult of carnal appetites
Transcending an entire life bent on
Worshiped pleasures of the flesh .
Forgotten is real true love, though,
Penetrating passions will never end .
Ronald C. Downie
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