The colour was blue
Well kinda blue for
A bathroom floor
Anyway

The ceai pas groaned
That it's graces were not
Enough
To overcome vices

So labelled them
Disadvantages

Just like a weaved basket
Bounces gently off the side
Of its carrier

Rest, recovery and
Just generally the things
That most people
Perceive they can never have

Are at that moment perfectly
Attainable

So why not always?

Will the gods come and live with
Us someday?

What would they say to use
Mere mortals?

I don't expect they'd be too focused
On what we had to say

And just get on with creating
Lasting change out of their
Spiritual powers.

Sometimes I believe I'm a goddess

And I write as such

Often with things that only
The gods would understand.