Living In Sin

Cable and Vines

When the chalk board moves are waning,
When computers hum no sound,
When business cards are numbers,
Then instinct is found.

And though we like our bicycles,
Our cogs, our screens, our nouns,
There is no stronger meaning,
When the wolves our flesh have found.

To every perfect beauty,
With eyes across the way,
This glance can climax meeting,
That smile can make a day.

A mystery now is the mind,
A complexity of dense,
For no matter how it 'should' be happy
Its not as simple as sense.

No social structure standing,
No ticking every box,
Can guarantee the clouds won't cover,
Or open all the locks.

We are a complex creature,
We are though not alone.
And everyone is different,
A comfort to be known.