to be honestly succinct
is as yet our reflex instinct
driven by ego or is it love inked
— Contemplation by Unseeking Seeker
RAW AND INTIMATE HARDNESS
driven to the truth
bottomed out
blessed beyond belief
by love
but if love
drives you into madness
a reflex of raw and intimate hardness
is love laid out on the cold sheets
only warmed by your imagination
no room for anyone else
in your bed
not in sexual satisfaction
but of life, i speak
did you cling, like warm clothes
on a cold day…those intrepid lips
and entanglement of deep romance -
were they the only thing you lived for
your muscle-atrophy
has no room
except for an inner circle
who crave your attention
always have -
did you miss the highway billboard
the intimate honesty
of your love
played out on nonstop video
and in blips to close kin
the madness seeks
an escape route
fashioned with idols
nonspecific
not ideal or realistic
3/11/2022
Consciousness Fulcrum Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Spiritualist is what I’m not:
Trusting forces nonspecific.
For scepticism is my lot:
Anti guff non-scientific.
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