Infinite,
like your imagination,
or is it the end,
just outside your eyes?
Does it matter,
this planned division?
Is it the truth?
Aren’t we immaculate?
Tidal waves
are consequences,
sure as a flash bulb
steals your soul
and irreverence;
that sarcastic discord,
bought only seconds
that seemed like forever.
Even the returning gods
found reasons to criticize
the world around you.
Tied up in a forest fire,
bewildered by the way
the flames surround you.
It’s okay to be a little out of touch,
but you’re floating away from us;
losing material,
like a comet.
I can only help you with the simple things
and then only if you let me.
I am not an avatar,
or an angry ghost;
I’m just someone who shares your time.
The bigger of our intellects
tell us that the door is going to open
and whatever come through
will be our destiny.
God is like a birthday wish
to the cynical
and another carnival ride
to the Hat-Check girl,
but I know you saw past
the pictures on the screen,
because real people don’t believe
in birthday wishes,
but they still close their eyes
when the blow out the candles.
HG – 2017
