The Birds Are Watching Us

For those in morning amazement

And evening awe

Those of you consumed by your own wild desires

Bless you

Constantly popping the corks of your subconscious

Bless you to hell

Or damn you to heaven

Whatever your strokes of pleasure create

Poets that I have read

And pulled on their thread

We were all born to love

All living to die

And before our eyes

Eternity shrieks

Awakened each day to drive over the edge

To jump at the chance

To open ourselves to madness

For a mere point to stand on

Earnestly biting into that fruit

Of awareness

The only sin would be not to