Even the sun
would **** us if we let it;
deathly acts of the divine.
I think you change your mind
about me
all the time.

I wish I could suspend this disbelief.
Nothing is meant to be.
We’re just moments
And fragments.
And motions
moving through everything and nothing.
No religion can save me.
We begin and we end here.

So make it count.
Care about what’s happening
right now.

Every god will bleed you dry
and leave you empty
if you aren’t brave enough
to know when to face the other way.