We know the old-aged islands that we are in youth
Within the loud, proud seconds we would waste
While blessed with light and kept from
Plundering the sudden wantonness within our separated souls.
So we must display
A keen, hard sex in homes of millions
So soon forgotten by those satiated and ashamed.
What is the animal reaching out for?
More life - the driving force deluded by itself.
You cannot keep your beauty private with its meaninglessness
So your love remains unknown by those who suffer on the streets,
By those who aren't your closest friends
But who could be and would care more for you;
They stay darkened.
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Gathered on This Beach: Poems & Perspectives for a Converging World
Poesiaa student's writings, inspired by nature and science, and accumulated throughout the early days of the Internet, these writings explore expectations for the expressive 'convergence' to come. (revised edition 2014, with some alterations) ALT. BLURB: ...
