We wake to
the end of the world
every morning
in contrast to whispers
of forever.
Tempting myself with
thoughts of sleep
I close my eyes
and dream of tradition,
praying to a god
I haven’t spoken to
in years.
We wake to
the end of the world
every morning
in contrast to whispers
of forever.
Tempting myself with
thoughts of sleep
I close my eyes
and dream of tradition,
praying to a god
I haven’t spoken to
in years.