instinct

Instinct,
a primal urge.


I give life to its essence,
welcoming
its gleeful unbridled passion,
allowing it to smolder.


Waiting for the moment to emerge,
it sits,

waiting for opportunity,
it wells up,

waiting for a moment to strike
and bite
the hand that gives it life,

always taking,

ever renewing,

etching upon my soul,

upon my consciousness,

its wordless reactive action...



...and then...



oh, and then...



I force its return
back to the void.


Engulfed in trepidation,

I give it death,

submergence,

bringing it back
to being
just...


instinct.

CB c/o 1998