Like it or not
We’re now connected in some spiritual thing
It’s deeper than you or I or any earthly spring.
It’s more powerful
Than admiration, love, or even lust
It’s light we can’t see. It’s spiritual dust.
Not limited like this sensory world
No concept of woman, man, boy, or girl.
It’s reaching up
To that same higher power
Asking for sweet to replace the sour.
It’s like taking a trip
Into a transcendent hole
To find the master key to unlock our souls.