Urge and Urgency

Perhaps these privations--far from being the product of a shame-magnetized compass--were the instinctual vestments of the communal/tribal organization of our evolutionary ancestors.  And the purpose of our sequestering of sex was not religious or hygienic, not moral in purpose.  Rather sexual acts--random, spontaneous--were expected and even celebrated but they were also being recognized as potentionally disruptive to the equilibrium of the community.  Instinct and emotion entered dangerous orbits and the gravity of the sexual imperative caused an unnerving wobble.  Things are spinning...out of control.. 

Re:  balance    Re:  store   Re:  lapse

Re:  decorate!

And there are these moments that linger in a peculated netherworld (tomorrowland (metropolis)) in which the whole source of the momentum of being confronts the obstructions of the physical and the material and, in a perfect storm of push-you/pull-me, stabilizes all the dynamic forces.

This millisecond is the sapphire tip of a dragonfly's wing frozen under an intrusive solar eye.  It is the syllable that  begins the second word of the fifth stanza of a poem once popular by Shelley, read aloud.  And more to the matter of urge and urgency...  This refinement of time, is embodied, disembodied, by  that precious moment when the first pearl begins to coalesce on the penile head threading the vein to the taint with electricity.  And  timelessness. 

The man stands, muscular, naked the sensation that the energy of the universe (in all directions) is an affirmation of his masculinity, of the tension that vibrates through everything, life, of life and his masculinity's confrontation and/or engagement with it.

The preference, given the dilemma of now or when , is to have access without obligation, to have identity without burden of personal history, to be something made of smoke rather than something made fire.