O love, my love, come to me.
I need your life-giving love.
It is my heart that cries out to you now,
And not my soul alone.
Dare I ask aloud
Or is it enough to plead with my eyes?
Of course it is; you expected the question
For you felt my need
Which you aroused
At the Last Moment:
O how I hate myself for giving in to you
And to myself.
But I must.
Realization of Self-Motivation:
It is clear now
That my heart waited (with impatience)
For my soul to at last relent.
Birth and Death of the Divided Self:
With the emergence of civilized society
Man's primitive instincts were repressed.
But being civilized outwardly
And feeling the primitive desires within me
Had set me against myself.
Now at last the conflict is ended.
I have loved and been loved
In the primitive, God-intended way.
And have rejected the code of civilized society.
Prayer of the Rebel Self:
O God, if there is a God,
sSave my soul, if I have a soul.
Laurie E. Breier
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