Carnal Currents

Between birth and death,

Substance and ether,

In the captivity of time

Hearts tangle in webs of scented threads.

Even the brute knows love

But finds no hope in it

For pain is the universal malady

To which some capitulate

While others conquer.

Yet, the measure of human value

Lies not in inherent virtue

But more in humanity

And inescapable vulnerabilities found therein.

Do not lose your child within

Even if that child weeping.