In the beginning the Father made the sun and the moon
lit up without being told to and I
realize I'm not a part of any plans unless I made them.
Those sorts of plans seem just out of reach. I've been looking
in the woods and digging up old games.
In the beginning it seemed as though nothing would change.
Hanging off your family tree,
waking up to the world news. Some day
you will sort through boxes in your old room. You’re gonna have to,
but right now
you’re living off the grid with all expenses paid for. It’ll all
give away to something more worthwhile. At least try
this tried and true life for a while
and then go.
Go do whatever you want to.
You didn’t
brush against me like a house cat on a couch leg. You hit me
so direct I felt drunk, like I could
rest all night with your hands crossed neatly on my chest.
I see a path laid out before me.
The little icons in the orthodox church say
In the beginning the Father made the Son and the earth bleed.
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