The soul screams in agony from lack of touch.
Time to die.
Voiceless, invisible
An inutile artifice
A circus performer wooing those in
With their curiosity and awe.
A commendable performance for adolescents
With their ooh's and ah's
As his heart and soul remains untouched.
As he travels beneath the words
The glitter and the fanfare to ports
Unseen except by a rare few..
And then to meet his deepest twin-soul...
Prior to Thought and Utterance of Speech
Where all is intimately touched and seen in a single glance.
A fulfillment and satiation of the soul
Across Timelessness into time.
In the spaces between the Known and the Unknown
Where Heart alone just is
In Inner Divine grace and corporeal delight
But not to be...
Torn to shatters and still-born
And abandoned in Time.
