God spoke up to me today
At long last
This was when the meters were all broken
Down in the square
Cars had no choice but to detour
You remember what I mean
I asked Him what day it was
Because I had sinking suspicions
Which I could not yet will myself to articulate
But gods cannot indicate the date
He told me
That would make them too much like us
No
For Him the world is all happening all at once Like a blink
But briefer
More like fingers touching Then final moments no more special than any other
And I guess that means that we have lived
So many hours longer than gods
At long last
This was when the meters were all broken
Down in the square
Cars had no choice but to detour
You remember what I mean
I asked Him what day it was
Because I had sinking suspicions
Which I could not yet will myself to articulate
But gods cannot indicate the date
He told me
That would make them too much like us
No
For Him the world is all happening all at once Like a blink
But briefer
More like fingers touching Then final moments no more special than any other
And I guess that means that we have lived
So many hours longer than gods
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