Feel Me

Cotton passages in open fields

Where God ran his hand down

Not longing for a way to go

But twisted to some kind of normalcy

That our brains could actually comprehend.

Perception of what a tree thinks

Or how an animal cries

With no mention of what dirt feels

When you walk all over it daily.

A figure stands in the distance

Too far away to focus

Yet close enough that you discern

It may not be safe to pass.

If only we could justify actions

Perceptions

Concepts.

Build your bridge across the river

Because your comfort is more important

Than anything you are inconveniencing.

Feel me pulling at heartstrings

Not of you

Because you don’t build the roads

You just require them.

 

 

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