Without the Means

Animal lusts, where do they lead?
so deep inside the dark we cannot
seem to see at all... pleasure turning
into painful interludes best left alone
and unimagined, for their truth seems
to disrupt the world we always thought
we knew before.

Savagely, we breathe more air
to try to calm us down. And yet
no matter any path we take,
we are aroused beyond compassion.

This passion - is it pleasure or pure pain...?
Desiring without the means to gain
just what we need to see it through.
Drifting in a world of dreams
that never quite come real.
Yet herein lies the path to all
our creativity...

The mystery is ever beckoning...

? Michaelette ?

1/30/2002
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