elixir

1 May 2022

elixir

(a delirious poetic rambling)

there are flowing, fluxing, cyclical moods

influenced, most certainly, by hormones,

but never mind their source

I want. I need. Someone to touch

with caressing fingers

calm palms

soft lips

my life-tormented soul

for without torment

there would be nothing

in this life worth living

Because love cannot exist

exempt from hatred

death

disease

suffering

It is these that makes the opposite

the nirvana it must be

to make life worth

effort.

Which makes me wonder…

what is poetry

but craft of words –

attempt to shape

worthy representation

of this tortured world –

of something true

in either its

exquisite joy

or

stunning tragedy

such that

all mankind can relate –

may

connect

for

we may well

each be

in this calamity of life

alone

so much the more,

illusory interconnection

- a communion of souls -

is at least anesthetic

and at most aphrodisiac