not love

Posted: September 2, 2014 in Uncategorized
murmurs of the reptile brain
low-throated rumbles from below
blind stirrings in the belfry
 
           deep need struggles through
                  wet mesh network of flesh and nerves
          driven to imprint itself upon the means of its expression
  
                              rhythms of the animal brain
dreams washing over sleep
          waves breaking on the shore
          light coming and going
 
the face of the True God
glimpsed
                                        then forgotten
                                        awakened to the face of fear
 
Hell can only be
if at the core of ourselves
we are only ourselves.
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