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Our Wondrous Storm
All is reduced to mere pieces of flesh in space.
Once loved, are these bits of sparkling dust
the remnants of eternity’s passion,
each loved, then lost to time?
Ah, the heat of what once thrived within!
What’s been lost and what survives?
The youthful eyes that led to lust?
The novice thrusts that led to life?
All emotions raw and true?
Adoring flesh now rests in graves
or silent ash in urns.
No gods will wait in heaven,
no souls are lost to hell.
Emptied of animation,
might our lust still remain
in stories of those once loved?
Perhaps, but you before me now
are very much alive!
Let me celebrate the rising heat
about you and crystal gleam of your eyes.
Bring to me your brightness,
your laughter, and your sighs.
While spirits breath within our flesh,
let us follow our designs.
We taste in life all that is divine!
Plucking what sparkles and shines,
our appetites harvest all fruits of the vine!
We press into the tangles of our temporary flesh,
knowing fully the sweet juices our human selves.
After our glorious night
we gaze into the darkness.
Tears wet our eyes,
knowing this heat will soon cool,
as we return to blended dust,
dim reflections of our wondrous storm.
Once loved, are these bits of sparkling dust
the remnants of eternity’s passion,
each loved, then lost to time?
Ah, the heat of what once thrived within!
What’s been lost and what survives?
The youthful eyes that led to lust?
The novice thrusts that led to life?
All emotions raw and true?
Adoring flesh now rests in graves
or silent ash in urns.
No gods will wait in heaven,
no souls are lost to hell.
Emptied of animation,
might our lust still remain
in stories of those once loved?
Perhaps, but you before me now
are very much alive!
Let me celebrate the rising heat
about you and crystal gleam of your eyes.
Bring to me your brightness,
your laughter, and your sighs.
While spirits breath within our flesh,
let us follow our designs.
We taste in life all that is divine!
Plucking what sparkles and shines,
our appetites harvest all fruits of the vine!
We press into the tangles of our temporary flesh,
knowing fully the sweet juices our human selves.
After our glorious night
we gaze into the darkness.
Tears wet our eyes,
knowing this heat will soon cool,
as we return to blended dust,
dim reflections of our wondrous storm.
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