Beneath the Surface, We Sublimate

In hidden depths, we sublimate desire,
Transforming base impulses into art.
Our passions smoulder like a dampened fire.

Society’s rules, a constraining wire,
Force primal urges to break apart.
In hidden depths, we sublimate desire.

Our dreams and fears, a tangled choir,
Seek expression through creative start.
Our passions smoulder like a dampened fire.

We channel rage into strings of a lyre,
Paint longing on canvases smart.
In hidden depths, we sublimate desire.

Our psyche’s alchemy lifts us higher,
As instincts to culture we impart.
Our passions smoulder like a dampened fire.

Through sublimation, we never tire,
Refining the raw into something apart.
In hidden depths, we sublimate desire.
Our passions smoulder like a dampened fire.

Sources: 1 & 2

Bob Lynn / 11-Dec-2024