Slipping a hand up
Reality's skirt
trying to deliver a message
finger-*******
a spiral dance
of synchronicity
summoned back in time
to a past life regression
passed little transgressions

In Heaven's mirror
God takes selfies
In our self-righteous
reflection

Like he's got something to prove
But there's always something to prove

We possess ourselves with
a reality so oppressed
for feeling guilt
in living the dream
With no one left to impress