The Argument - Poem by Blackie Brown
Basic instinct, highest soul,
Does the former belie the latter goal?
Can revelation lead us from desire,
Pursuing that of being higher?
Came a point brought cease to chase,
That which youth sought commonplace,
Now consequence dispels to me,
Notions of casual company.
The act of doing overridden,
Thoughts of guilt and indecision.
Twisted unions, come what may,
Serve only up an awkward day.
For what I ask this cross I bare?
Memories neither here nor there.
The act of union best reserved,
When loving fondness be preserved.
Such unfulfilled experience,
Rarely justifies the consequence,
That lustful hour be better served,
With flick of wrist than vengeful bird.
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