I confess
though thousands years have passed
since some barefoot soul called you
a god, I can't even recall the ennobled appellation
they gave you...Ra?
to those who carved on cool cave walls
your burning legacy was a glimpse of gold infinity
to me, a wearer of shoes and master of plastic tools,
you are but a spec in the night, e pluribus unum,
a paltry 90 million miles from my spinning rock
proudly proclaiming your **********
you sear skins and sins of your followers
who supplicate to your filtered rays
while blithely ignoring, you number our days
and will fizzle out like a sparkler, one finite July eve
who called you divine?
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 3:16 PM UTC
I confess
though thousands years have passed
since some barefoot soul called you
a god, I can't even recall the ennobled appellation
they gave you...Ra?
to those who carved on cool cave walls
your burning legacy was a glimpse of gold infinity
to me, a wearer of shoes and master of plastic tools,
you are but a spec in the night, e pluribus unum,
a paltry 90 million miles from my spinning rock
proudly proclaiming your **********
you sear skins and sins of your followers
who supplicate to your filtered rays
while blithely ignoring, you number our days
and will fizzle out like a sparkler, one finite July eve
who called you divine?
one of a handful of things I tried to write a week or two ago--just had to put something on the page whether I liked it or not
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