Detachment
Posted: 04 Apr 2021, 12:30
The world would wait for a sun
it knows will never rise.
Hope must be infallible,
or we are empty-handed.
Light is something from a daydream
that has been left behind,
and then rinsed away
with the chalk on the driveway.
Our voices are not our own.
They dance and fly away,
billions of fragments and colors.
They become us.
The sun is not as far away
as the earth fears.
It is closer to us
than we are to ourselves.
it knows will never rise.
Hope must be infallible,
or we are empty-handed.
Light is something from a daydream
that has been left behind,
and then rinsed away
with the chalk on the driveway.
Our voices are not our own.
They dance and fly away,
billions of fragments and colors.
They become us.
The sun is not as far away
as the earth fears.
It is closer to us
than we are to ourselves.