spirit

the journey from start.
ellipses around heaven.
and around my heart.

what is it i know?
i don’t know what i don’t know.
hear one hand clapping?

you’re paid in dollars,
but still living without sense.
poor in the spirit.

all joking aside,
we are but motes in god’s eyes.
and yet, still i jest.

the creative mind
paints landscapes i can not leave.
my fictional friends.

the gnawing hunger
that longs to be fed my dreams.
i awake in dread.