the best

We assembled our selves here
and
annnnnd just look at us now
         ...
its the best
              the best
      the best
                 the BEST
we can do

and its

.........the worst

of us all


but after all it's just words and lights right

they say god rested on                  
                                      the 7th day
you know?
But I wonder what he                      
                                    would say to
us now

Now
       that we wasted the dawn and supposed it good
and
      kept coming back to the same old way
and
      kept looking back in that same old way

                                  startled
                              to
                          be
                   anything
                         you
                           can
                                be
                                     anything
and still lying
                    through ourselves
            to achieve progress
       in the absence of loss
to see the divine
                           as something handed out
                              on Sundays
and put
            neatly
                      in a little pink folder so that a
                                breeze don't come stealin' it away
and I shudder
                  der to think
                                     I don't dare to think

It makes my palms sweat

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[Gandré]

well, that's what they did. They are doing it right now, too. I am writing a text about this, about this 7 days and what I think it is. All damn misinterpretation of ancient prescriptions. nice poem, indeed.