Vast are the denizens of above
whose existence we consider in dreams.
They who know “pain” only by concept,
never having felt it themselves.

At times, they glance downward,
intent to lavish pity on our miserable lives.
Misguided thoughts of cold perfection.

It is we who glow more incredibly,
though some days we are so dim.

It’s in the contrast.

Painful rejections,
and first kisses,
taking advantage of the poor,
and becoming their champion,
the last gasp for air...
…and the first.

In the contrast
lay our strength.
Unpredictable thoughts
of warm intensity.