"The urge to merge the surge to purge the loneliness away"

Transcendental Sonnet #1462: Illusion The mating urge gives rise to confusion Within the whirl of romantic fantasy Which in turn gives rise to disillusion As the human race chases its tail across The stages of ages of love and loss And it turns in the whirlwind whirling past me From disillusion to dissolution We dream of being known when we seem we are alone The mating urge gives rise to this illusion night by day The urge to merge the surge to purge the loneliness away But having crashed and having been thrown free Of the wreckage clear and better off to be I conclude I am too confused for confusion Now having already whirled my illusion +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXI