This is a toast for the human mind
and the times that are deemed unworthy
of being retain and replayed like a video tape
of any hour being less significant than any other
of any second less pure than the next in procession.

This remembrance is the eulogy for
the thousands of bunnies jumping to conclusions
too quickly, seeing the high-beams of an automobile
as the one way ticket to eternity.

Let these words document the stillness
of things behind the glass
the undisturbed romp of the birds
in the backyards of suburbia,
and the still being in the dark concerning
why they use our parked cars as target practice

or the motivation behind every mirrored window suicide
only thinking of them as portals to the other side.