Worlds colliding
When worlds are colliding confusion is wrought
Betwixt massed horizons where answers are sought
The answer for one single act of existence
Is leavened by many more thoughts and resistance
"Did I do it for the sake of love?
Or, for the contribution?
Is meaning pure from sky above?
Or remains of involution?
Was it just a tool with which to stun
The prey into a willing, wending form
Was it just an act of loving fun
Or, was I just reacting to the storm"
All of this confusion is brought on by lack of light
Defining our existence as a wonder race so bright
Transforming from the animal to something far above
Transforming to a race that knows the treasured beat of love
More than just about any other poem, this belongs in A Sentient Perspective. Oh, well.
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