We are gods of some universe
Throwing thoughts in the air,
Reviving dead fates and
Giving Lazarus a future.
Such a lovely evolution
Without time and space
To bury the bones of
The all-to-present priests.
Remember well the occupied spaces,
And intruding mothers,
And time well wasted,
Velvet nooses on our necks
To keep the moment desperate.
So let that symphony
of vulnerable regret
Be just out of reach
Of the heavens we fear.
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