the gift of perception
feels like a blessing
only when unperceived.
embarrassment is unique
to humanity, allegedly,
but dogs model shame
after pissing on carpets.
i used to believe in gusto,
fed by my Abyss,
until the Lion of Judah saved me.
gusto is the language
of the abandoned,
but grace is to know
one is perceived as Beloved,
especially when
alone
inevitably.
one day this will all be over.
one day,
several eternities from now,
spent basking in the glow
of St Mary's chortling
a few seconds at a time.