Desire
kindles a fire within
that sets one’s bones alight;
Passion
drives those urges forward
in the cool of velvet night.
Sin
is just a wilderness
in which our ego fails;
Id:
eternal champion
drives sense right off the rails.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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A wonderful description of how primal urges take over. With Id driving the bus ego takes a back seat and superego is never picked up. Well done Franz
Thank you!
Most welcome Franz
Fränz…this burns with a sharp, compact intensity. The progression from “Desire” to “Passion” to “Sin” to “Id” feels almost like descending levels of the psyche, each stanza stripping away another layer of restraint. “drives sense right off the rails” lands perfectly at the end. Strong piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you!!
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