I watched you tear them apart.

You are such sick juxtaposition
But that's just one man's opinion.

And it's only a gesture of desperation,
To speak of you as if you were person.

Because in the corner of our minds we know we're lost along boundless corridors of time,
And yet here we are.

open on all sides!

And when you see them starving and diseased and stopped short by cars and drugs,
Maybe the reason it hurts so much is because we are less important than we suppose.

To me at least, I reconcile all that's hard to take with the joy of simply being,
But what a strange thing to see it bear such prisons of pain
And then to leave, I guess, the realm of human judgment altogether
Away from the idea of joy, to whatever else the universe ...becomes?

And it racks my mind because all I know is this *human