Of a Kind

Unlike dogs we fall apart inn chunks of darkness. Unlike the birds our songs are manufactured and processed. Like lions our hearts are always hungry. It's the black moments that add up and multiply, light is our shade when moments go blind. Unlike the crawling insects our eyes reflect and do not really see. We are the sly doves, and yet for all our lost powers, our misconceptions and inanities we are far above all the conceivable heavens lower than all imaginary hells. We are mankind - the 'kind' is significant for nothing in the whole universe comes close to that God we keep silent and hidden.