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.

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