Erotima

Erotima

where are we going and why are we here,
piercing stares unveil deeper meanings.

so cold yet so at home, streaming
the infinite new.

I am stuck in my own wishful thinking
Why won’t this human instinct ever leave me.

so cold yet so at home, streaming
the infinite new.

trust in the stars and we will all be fine.
tinted clouds of dew pass, pass through us.

questions ignite in the primitive mind,
a sign a sign from the divine.

False sense of corruption,
Gleaming from your eyes,
an Implosive destruction.

slower and slower, a body tranformed.
approaching bliss yet felt by mortal sense
exhaustion takes over my fractured body,
optics closing, shutting out the Universe.

I Wake to outer space embracing me
questions ignite in the primitive mind
I Wake to outer space embracing me