Our Mortal Sleep

Love is not man’s first impulse, but what is left when the world fails and nothing better than to imagine… the creator in us all, were I fearless I would nurture such possibility- to cancel armies and philosophies replacing science with driving spirit too often thought in the abstract though internals an on-going self vs self faith outside the church seems hopelessly flawed as love that is calculable predictable cannot not float for long that which the proposed soul craves, a body sustained aloft outside and above its literature the best of humanity not what it can see and touch but what it can dream life transcending our mortal sleep….