I have beheld the simpleminded lark, who sings sustained until the very moment he crumples against the glass-- I have beheld the fruitlessness of his path. I see now that the sparrow is propelled, and what propels her: a heedlessness an artlessness behind her.
I have held the hand of a man in tears and pet his head. I have walked in- to churches one way and expected to come out another: naivety.
I have come to understand why few ever find the tunnel's exit. Behold: one smoker, smoking; one sad girl with an older man; one blind woman, walking; one foolish bird in flight towards a window.
i really need constructive feedback on this one, im not perfectly happy with it no matter how many times i revise it