The Dilemma of our Divinity

There is a pit that gargles want

Plaque-coated sunlight blackened back into potential

The light that shown the outline of specificity upon a face

Detailed a key to match one’s lock

The shadows of egoism cast in a kiln of the analytic

Brightening as if the curves of this other’s body house

A soul of amalgamation with the universe

The taste of which will unravel mysterious in one’s self

Like puzzle pieces under adolescent mattresses recovered

Placed with the fortitude of mind-hive that if submitted into the gaps

Would clarify the image of time’s preceding dance

To have a life presented with such crossroads interpreting

The silences, the horrors, the pleasantries like beacons in the must

To be in the only iteration that could produce this table of now

To press this piece into this aperture to display this mural

That somehow divinity breathed in the application

Forcing the mind to contemplate

Should one let go of all input / be independent of thought

Allow no want; the immediate release of attachment

As if in the introduction preference is sorrow’s potation

One is to breathe untainted

To exist hopeless, appreciating what is to the absolute

To ask and be joyous in the declination by the beloved

For the self is perpetually attuned to the universal meter

So that no event can raise or lower joy one is muted like a laugh in the belly of the cosmos

Sparked in dispersed outer space flashing for stardust 

So is the dilemma

To be hardy whole of self impervious and transcendent

Or to

Invite the vulnerability of a frail human love

Daring to be not divine but to feel so alive as to need