What is life?
Life is a fabrication of palatable lies.
Swimming through consciousness,
Shoaling like fish, open mouthed,
We take in all that we can swallow.
Hallucinating a fragile reality
Clinging to shreds
Pulling at threads
Holding our heads
We long for dignity.
Pulled to the earth
From a home in the sky
Spinning between birth and death
Eyes tightly closed
We swallow lie after lie
Searching for sweetness
Finding only the dry wafer
The bitter wine.