the time it was easy

on
the count of three,
we'll take our sides.

you'll take a lover,
and i'll take my time.

nothing is ever
even.

i'll shoot
and
you've got a shield
made of blinding mirrors.

you'll shoot
and
i'll pretend
i'm wearing
a halo.

the center
of this earth
was once
comprised
of two people.

and now,
if your going to believe
in absolute
concrete foundations,
they don't exist.

we made fragments
out of them
with sledgehammers.

and all we'll ever be
is a trillion tiny
pieces.

the only thing
we can hope for,
is that we're thankful
for this dust.