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….
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