Since feeling is first
in loving...
you risk beyond all other senses,
abandon the realism
to let the abstract touch you.
Since feeling is first
in passion...
you give up reason,
give way to a death
to allow heaven to take you.
Since feeling is first
in remembering...
you draw up stiff and tight,
you pull a cloud down over the mind
to shield the burning sun.
Since feeling is first
in living...
you become careless,
infatuated-saturated with adrenaline
to help you move through the season.
Since feeling is first
in dying...
you sit still like a moth
on an unshaded wall
absorbing until numb sets in.