No monster - just a shining star
that beats within an hour
Undiluted.  Unrepenting
Sweet with pungent power
 
A breath of life pulsating
with passion and fine sin
Knowing questions always beckon
and answers rarely win
 
Truth can gnaw the stomach;
might blind us from the good
And common sense could starve us
of the blinkers of falsehood

Never doubt, as the narrator
that angels can mean strife
Trust in silence above humanity
for a braver kind of life
 
Yet, to be human is a blessing
helps undress the dark abyss
To choose not to be a monster
is a bitter-tasting bliss