born UNordinary baby beings…
(wash the brain)
grow mature?
ordinary human-doings
sleep, work
eat, love,
hurry to
waste
do
want
do
worry
do
you
and find the empty glass
besting the cynic
true is true
and the cynic's eye
never knew (keep it real)
the remains of nothing
screaming vanities
as flesh calls to flesh
without end
and sin plays the Black Widow
(YOU thought you would win)
and in the end,
nothing.
(There is something in my eye.)
