Sunday, September 27, 2015

the end of prayers

it'll either be the gods
or the universe,

one of them will breathe on us,
and it'll be all patterns and lines,
lines and patterns dictating us
until we go blind.

one of these days
we'll be made awake.
there will be scissors between our eyes
with some voice telling us to look up.

and when we do,
we will be pierced
by the circumference
of everything.

1 comment:

  1. Good work on this one, Brad.

    Nice words.

    Let's go watch the Bulls somewhere sometime soon.