HOUSE OF CARDS
FALLING DOWN
HEAP OF SHARDS
ALL AROUND
STARTED OUT
TO PAINT THE TOWN
I WAS LOST
BUT NOW I'M FOUND
That Bird flies to another branch,
leaving the pursuer and his object
of desire to their manic machinations.
Stirred by Sublime Images, he too longs
to leap into that lurch. But awkward
and anxious, he retreats... Reluctant
to risk his lifeblood in the balance.
Desire is old and That Bird isn't young.
Giving up the game would be "Chicken".
But giving in to This Obsession
could lead to Neverlands of Regret.
Yearning for Youth seems a foolhardy whim,
destined to burn loins and break hearts.
Yet, ... waiting in the far branches are
Decline and Death : The Inevitable Birds.