Aphelion

A Feeling

Bearing a burden of sorte; weighted by stone of knowledge
Ignorance graced with awakened pulsar
Heart of the Monster flows the water of life.

Look children of what...what?
Hear the voice of what...what?
Feel the touch of what...what?
and know...what?

This and those and these, a question.
Answered before asked yet with asking escapes the question.
Flowing water of life to carry mud and debris
sounding a bit...cosmic?

Womb given by what can only be real and exploited.
So simple in success to skip stones across the water or fail by drowning
with a sun shining above storm laden cloud.

Feel children this life abounding, around the May pole dancing.
Last gasp of water vapor replaced with the moist cry of born,
to keep the search of knowledge going.

Amen

An Orgasm

Stamen to stick the pistil: orgy tilled soil of epic proportions
aware only of wind, water and sun
Gamete's released in profusion.

Feel the touch of what...what?
Hear the sounds of what...what?
Look at the seeds of what...what?
and know..shat?

Fertilized mind full of womb-like intentions
Young lad twirls the flowers stem thinking of young maiden
Soon gurgling sounds of watery fluids released
fertilizing ground with seed.

What comes must come from the festive May pole twirl
A smile
A kiss
A tumble

To plow and furrow never to lay
-Fallow thoughts can never conceive-
leaving a world with new children,
children to play the garden, and the teen, to change...
Such is the way of a world of knowledge.

Amen