It was an ordinary night
I could say of every time
The sun slipped behind the hills
And the sky draped its holy blanket
Over the towering evergreens
Letting in light where the fires burned through
And I often barely notice
If I didn't have you
I would spend more time looking at stars
I would be more familiar with the moon
As she takes her monthly breaths
I would pray to the spheres
And the satellites and the towers
That pulse with a red glow on the highway
And anything that would listen
That I could find precisely you
I almost missed you
In a million different ways but one
I owe everything
To that one way
In which we failed to drift
Obliviously past each other
Saturday, March 18, 2017
Wednesday, March 1, 2017
backhanded compliment
Every cathedral
And temple
And shelter we build
To try to contain the Creator
Tells her that we must draw her
Away from something less
To the something better we have made
That we must harvest the trees
And pave the fields
And lay the foundation
And destroy her sanctuary
In an effort to hold her
And protect her
From the very elements she has made
We have
Since the beginning
Been gathering in our boxes
Bidding her in
While she
Since the beginning
Has been waiting in her sanctuary
Calling us out
And temple
And shelter we build
To try to contain the Creator
Tells her that we must draw her
Away from something less
To the something better we have made
That we must harvest the trees
And pave the fields
And lay the foundation
And destroy her sanctuary
In an effort to hold her
And protect her
From the very elements she has made
We have
Since the beginning
Been gathering in our boxes
Bidding her in
While she
Since the beginning
Has been waiting in her sanctuary
Calling us out
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