There is something
That drives us to peer
From the rim of a pit
Into a volcanoe or cesspool
From the womb till
The moment of doom
A kernel of curiosity
Prods vacillating
From creation to despair
From love to hate
Both attracted and repulsed
Exhilarated to humiliated
Oscillating from high to low
Emotions and spirits vie
In such moments
Of divorce from the worldly
We can become one
With the subime and moral
To triumph over
Or deny
Sinful doubt
Of the infinite and hell
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