there is something drives us to peer,
from the rim of a pit, into a volcano a cesspool
from the womb to the moment of doom,
the kernel of curiosity prods, vasclillating
from love to hate, creation to despair
oscillating high to low, vying to give up the ghost
moments of divorce from the worldly, I become one
with the sublime and moral, triumph over,
deny, sinful doubt of the infinite and hell
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