Love of learning
and
love of lust
are bonded together
only by opposites
once domiciled
in one's being
tear him or pull him
or even drag him
apart
in directions
lost in chaos,
widening or bridging,
yawning or shrinking
the crevice or cleavage;
consciousness
glued to both
fills them
with disturbance
that dares
and stares
to leave and desert
all
in cowardly ruins
the refined
into rough, tough and the gruff.
