It’s the dream that does it all.
It’s an aspiration, a well-grounded sensitivity,
towards the fearful unknown.
It used to spring from without;
now it’s the sourceful within.
It used to connect to long-lasting touches;
but now it’s interiorized.
A self-fulfilling prophecy,
this which summarizes one’s conflicts in an eye-contact.
Such contact communicates both bitterness and sweetness,
in an unmatched chemical reaction,
blending each soul; flying them upwards.
It used to be calmness.
Now, it’s unstoppable rage,
inexplicable, but controllable.