It burns
It burns with urgency
It demand and begs
Satisfaction!
Come sun or snow
Without where would we be
There wouldn’t, you see
It can be embraced or denied
Demonized or sanctified,
Dissected and analysed.
Pure or perverted
Obsessed or deserted.
From scabbard drawn
Zoe. zoe. zoe. Spawn!
Lock and key
The future of humanity
Some use as profanity
The Universal embrace
Held as high
In every time and place
With hard vowels
It wakes the bowels of the earth
To each end a new one born
Every rose with it’s thorn.
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