Limits of Existence

There are but two worlds:

The world of sex

birthing and blooming life.

A place where dreams are bodies

that give and give and never reach

the verge of breaking until...

The second world gavels overhead

cracking like thunder, sending cowards

under the bed or underground

refusing to listen to the truth

about wonder, about magic

from life derives

All life, as we know it, yolks

the hunger, spit, fury

and sweetness for sex.

I let fission free me from these cages

but only for a wink

can I bare such freedom,

or love,

alone.