Let Me Enter U

Let me enter U

 not to strut and fuck.

But to live and learn.

To bare the weight

of lives lost and limbs that do not repair,

of a short stay on this planet,

of a painful death and birth,

of an intelligence born from

Polar duality's.

Cold heat, sour sweet,

light dark, wet dry,

near far, tall short,

soft hard, ugly beauty,

open close, dirty clean,

silent noise, black white,                                                                                       

Contrast is the mental input.

The real fuel that nourishes

sequential linear apprehension.

Of what’s happening

in the here and now.

The absolute presence,

that absolves pieces whole.

And threads them, into one.                

                  

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