The Debate

We are transparent
Especially after love
or after drink

Our skin
Is sliced thin
The inside, luminous

Its easy to see
We are equal parts
Machinery and soul

I wish I could
Recycle the machinery
Enter the soul

Dreams Deferred by Langston Huges

What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore --
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?