Eternal Juxtaposition Between Eros and Thanatos

All is fair in love and war:

Peace = there will never be

Through surrender to another,

There is no need to moralize this trade in flesh,

For, or against:

It just is:

As much as sweetness remains indistinguishable from any delectable poison,

One day we becom indifferent to blame or gain,

Whereby this sweetest taste becomes no different to the kiss of death,

Whereby the digestion of poison becomes the cure to one's malady,

The continuity of memory evokes too much horror:

So we implore thusly: O, when will this war ever come to an end?

Morality is one's own: it needs no external justification:

IN a world, an indifferent universe, that has none,

But simply is:

As much as war makes no sense, in its sheer chaos,

The irrationality of love is similar in essence,

One cannot find oneself in a woman,

Neither in spirit, intellect, nor soul, as equal,

Or as reciprocal understanding,

Alas, to stare into a vacant void, a vacant abyss,

would only render ones spirit lost

emptiness, vast abyss of nothingness,

conjugal union as sheer survival,

Only peace, in the end, can be found within oneself

Before seeking it in others