The Unchained

It is in the defining
of the erotic
that we find ourselves
at the heart
of the human experience.

The body, the mind,
the heart, and the soul
are all at play,
the vessel and the presentation
that breaks down the illusion.
  
The persistent sense
that our frailty
is transcended
by our emotional availability
in time and space,
and the spiritual zest
that meets the quest
to tie into one neat package
the entire mythos of being,
this is the crux
of the problem
of our being human.
 
We cannot forbear to know
and yet we cannot bear not to know,
a paradox of being
that to be self-conscious
is to ruin the very thing
we set out to understand,
a dissection unto death,
and so we must live
without an exterior motivation,
with an authenticity born
of a nakedness
that is both madness
and the sheerest sense
of sanity,
that we are nothing
and that that
is everything.

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