The call of the flesh
drowns out the siren song
of the rational mind;
skin yearns for skin
while one’s higher consciousness
shrieks in abject horror.
The fires of lust
can burn one’s life to ash;
Scattered on cool water
those embers defiantly steam and hiss
and simply refuse to die.
What can you dare to do?
Such is the life we struggle to live.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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Comments3
The fires of passion so well put in this poem and in horror as we roar down that hill we find the breaks are out. Too late to shift into low gear the rpm's too high. We head for destruction. A fave
So is the back and forth of desire and reason. 🙏🕊️
Fränz, what a powerful piece. The conflict here feels deeply human, and that image of the embers continuing on after everything else has burned away carries real staying power. We all wrestle with parts of ourselves we'd rather have neatly resolved, and this doesn't pretend otherwise. Excellent write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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