Primal Moments

Sometimes all you need is a moment

A moment of primal animal desperation

That you despise yet inevitable

Vindictive in nature, in the grand scheme of life

To the coherence that is the chaos of you

Emanating all around you

Engulfing the past and the present

To a future predetermined

In contradiction to your chaos

In spite of all that you know

Sever the soul, Till kingdom come


Sever the soul

There is always a truth in between the lines,
Traded in for a minute of respite,
In a chaotic world of synchronized happenstance
In our neglect of that which is true,
We’ve become masters of pretense,
Blurring the lines in our moment of repose
And what is left is undeniably infectious,
A Severing of the soul and all that we are

Till Kingdom come

The onset of passion dictates
A veritable explosion of emotions
For those who found meaning
In companionship and self
Joyously floating up into the clouds
Awaiting a séance of those who came before
In reveries and rituals
Till kingdom come