Surge of Urges

Sometimes a body
Just does what it does,
And there’s not a thought,
Nor mantra, nor prayer,
That can shut it off.

You can rein it in,
But, inside of it,
You’ll never make it
Not to want or feel,
No more than you’ll get

Yourself not to die,
Not to bleed, never
To digest or age.
You can’t even make
Yourself accept that

There are things you can’t
Tell yourself, not well
Enough to expect
Durable results.
For a few moments,

Yes, you can accept
The body does what
You don’t want it to,
But it keeps doing,
And you do it, too.