A churning pit of seething, molten desire.
Of longing and hope.
We are a species searching
for rapture and feelings
just out of reach.
This is the fight of our ancestors;
every man a poet.
And someday we will feel our way to heaven.
With every grappling lexical leap,
God's secrets yield to language, deep,
as we reach new heights.
Scalpel pen dissects in verse,
to pierce the fabric of the universe,
and drink of the profound.
In this turbulent battle,
the mind is in throes as the unbridled heart
demands to know.
One day
this hunger will find a home,
but we still have a while to go.
