Atheist's Valentine

In my purely theoretical soul
I can feel all of it the full
animal weight of what
the heart demands and
what the heights attain
but is thinking a curse
better to live with the birds
in our steeples than harbor
masters we know not of
in my purely theoretical brain
I perceive a long desperate
loneliness sitting alone up here
much to the expense
and humiliation of all
my other parts down there.