How Would Passion Transform Us?

Imagine somewhere dark as death,
A cloudless sky, a moonless night,
And us, unseen within this darkness,
Madly groping, sliding, writhing,
Liberated from the eyes and judgments
Of our pilgrim peers. Would we have
Become less than human? Would we,
Rather, have obtained a taste
Of the divine?



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-10-01 at 19:42

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