When You Think About It

When you think about it,

the birds' flight is utterly pointless,

but we're not the ones to decide

what's what.

Once you've shot it down,

you'll see the work behind God's hands

and the sky will seem to peel away

revealing an emptiness you never saw before.

The Earth is but scabs and scars,

the trees bristle like hair,

oceans are eyes, simple in their

monochrome blue.

And when you think about it,

thought is just a barrier to action.

Look, think, see, feel.

Then comes a distraction.