Sunday, March 25, 2012

Sonnets from the Cycle of Man I

Long before man learned to record his pains.
Long before the staid encroachment of crusted
Civilization, I lusted without reigns
For thee: and long before man's fear to tread
Where the Queen forbade began to dominate,
I took you without restraint: thou wert dragged
By me into the fiery depths to satiate
The insatiable, forever to feed
The tyrant passion, ignorant of our fate.
Naked we are, forming our searing union,
Plunging and reaching up 'fore it's too late
And relation Death claims another son.
     We live, for life's miracle is living.
      We die, for life's betrayal is dying.



Written in college.  Ah, college!  What else can I say?      

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