seeking the succor of release

immobility inserts itself at the base
numbness, predominant, preys on flair
the rhythm of the days is straightened
the moon's gift lies overlooked

the culprit cannot be love
yet coincidence births antipathy—
the relationship is blamed
love stands as captor accused
(somewhere effervescence lies bound)

then comes a night—
love frees the soul
all, all is focused into the moment
woman and man transcend

but the passage of days reinstates
immobility; numbness resumes its feast
on the raw, the unquestioned
the individual

and again the individual demures
(depression's rapture, no escape)