Selfish
What is the next stimulation?
The momentary accommodation
Impulse
An Instinctual compulsion
Seeker of gratification
Eyes widen like the gates of heaven
Lips caress and beckon
For one to be
One must accept this reality
Our bodies become the focal point
Scattered in every direction in beginning
But through chance and biology
We come as one in this moment
Till the worms scatter us again
Natural
Need not one be ashamed
Animal in a masquerade
Fool to cater
To the ones disconnected
Of the greater perceptive
Eyes widen like the gates of heaven
Lips caress and beckon
For one to be
One must accept this reality
Except the mantel as another speck of dust
Dancing in the beam of sunlight
Embrace to urge to be one
And a part of something greater
There is no hole to be found
Only to discover
You are a part of something whole
We may scatter because of the worms
And consumed by many things
But in this moment we are one
And share this time and space
But nevertheless
We are a part something whole
Now and always
YOU ARE READING
The Atrium
PoetryAs the river of life flows right through, collecting at the delta towards the Atrium of my soul
