we were no better than the dirt that clung to our feet, as we ran away from what was important.
we were dumb to the ways of a limitless God with a venemous wrath.
and we laughed. as he was killing us.
we thought we had tricked everything we had known to exist. and that we were all that was infinite and all that was holy.
and all that was right, as i sat with you, balancing our weight between earth and sky, what you and i knew to be love and ultimately indifference.
they will say that we were all blind, walking around as if we saw something that nobody else could.
because we were that great. and we got it all wrong.
I have this habit (I can't tell if it's good or bad) of writing poems in a very short amount of time. I started this one at 2:15. I finished it at 2:25.