Fingers Touching



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  

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