Impulse Poem by shimon weinroth

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