They are on a journey To build a better world I say I will come
I say, I will help.
Dust. It chokes me. Thick, or is it thin? It is another entity entirely, Corrupting my thoughts Filling my gasping throat..
So hot, It burns my gentle soles. Disingenuous silk; Soft like a flame Or an urtica.
Stifling
I'm crawling now My lily limbs, filthy Well spoken breath, rasps Trying to ride my knowledge like a broken bicycle
But they, Their way is clear Straight backed, indestructible, Dirt hidden by ebony, Voices, tuneless, but clear; true.
I call them back, my broken voice Pleading my superior theology I question our direction, how can they know? They say they trust their feet
Soon, they are long gone And now, I am on my knees, to the god I don't believe in Precious energy wasted on my words My horizon, blotched by unanswered questions. I thought I would show them the way But they follow a map I cannot read And they have a guide who isn't me And I am the one who is lost.
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