..Ratiocination Of The Night Poem by RIC BASTASA

what is the matter with us?
we are shaken but none has fallen.
we are tickled but none has exploded.
we are normal we keep on assuring
ourselves our community our God.
yet the matter is here
our thirst remains, our hunger is still here
we drink without satisfaction
we eat without being full
we make love all night and we end up
looking at the shapes of faces in the smoke
inside the room
we look for eyes in the ceiling
the geckos do not live here anymore
the lizards fall to the ground
the floor shapes our footprints on the dust
the window is a whore letting in
whatever air is there.
there is something good in this prostitution.
we are given much leeway to breath
and we breathe deeply and we feel
this sense of humanity.
the air that feels our lungs.
the blood that keeps on running inside our veins.
the aches are here and we no longer feel.