Precisely the polarities

Precisely the polarities
Parenthesizing pleasure
Persuade us to anesthetize
The love we fear to feel.

A train of trivialities,
Buried, becomes treasure,
As we sentimentalize
A boredom that was real.

How might we find a fantasy
That strides into the heart,
Awakening the winter wind
Bearing death and pain?

How might we live an ecstasy
That picks our joys apart,
Leaving what we love behind
On wings, on winds, in chains?