I yearn for completion
In the abstract tapestries
A beauty as soft as music, as wood
That sends a freshness
against the waves
of lights from a distant region
of the Universe, the shape
A new measure of mind
I yearn for completion
In truth and beauty
Of another world, with
The fragrance of unbroken springtime!
I yearn for some language of substance
Beyond the biological cravings
of flesh, sniffing twilight
the pangs of the hot heart
Which hunts the barrens
For some savage harvest
Beyond color, above sound.
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Wuji Seshat 
Your words are so lovely, I know “the fragrance of unbroken springtime” will be in my heart all day.
Ha Chess! That does have staying power I guess…. 😛
hot heart
Which hunts the barrens
– There is a strange savagery to this verse – in the best of ways – do not know how to better express this. May have to leave it linger awhile.
when the creator employed division – so artfully to animate his universe – male and female principle – he sought prurient unions so that unity was fully understood once and for all.
and his desire in a way remained eternally with us, motivating our every movement, action and ambition?
Those are great lines. You are indeed a poet, of good measure.
Thanks Wren
Are you a full-time poet? 🙂