Down the spine <br />Some have tried <br />shivers skim, <br />wheels to spin, <br />neath the skin, <br />games to win, <br />like new win[e]: <br />which, denied, <br />feelings dim, all's transition! <br />turned to sin and collision. <br /> <br />What is mine, <br />Worlds collide: <br />masculine, <br />from within <br />feminine, a new Spring <br />fades as Time <br />nought will hide <br />gathers all in submission <br />underpins Life's revision. <br /> <br />Thus allein <br />The divide <br />each must win <br />must begin <br />through chagrin <br />to cave in, <br />to joy's mine, <br />brush aside, <br />yang and yin, twin volition <br />with a grin, <br />inhibition. <br /> <br />What's to guide <br />I'll confide <br />on from old <br />hopes untold, <br />to unfold, <br />and, behold, <br />or divide <br />fortified, <br />soul from sold, <br />total scission? <br />Dare the cold of decision. <br /> <br />(25 November 1991)<br /><br />Jonathan ROBIN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/outside-0490/
