First Poem Written To Vs At the Table
The lioness stares at the world with rigid eyes
Vacuous emotions replaced by terror in me rise
This is a picture of probable consequence
That lures and destroy us outside the rule of sense
When I was younger deep dangers lured me
Always to the brink where chaos swells and thrills
Something in me desires uncorrupted a history
Something in you avoid choice while shackling wills
Is this hedonic barbaric or quest for self unknown
And why does each order presupposes a throne
We tremble in the clutch of what we do not know, and I
Am your enigma to tease, tempt, and then defy
You stranger craving after flesh random desire
You the forest burning bright subverting Horeb's fire
No bush transformed, a wounded lioness unhealed
How I am drawn in ... knowing how I spike your zeal
The forest is ablaze within the heart, we carry it
Instead, and are not the contents of its clime
Here the spirit absent from the mind blinds a bit
Like smoke, or grief, or rabid longing for our time.
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