And the earth rallied around us,
materially mired in the heart of desire.
thinking we could get it, make it, be all right
as if it isn't quite, as it is.
fallen angels crying out in our sleep.
"Lord if one of us has to be wrong, please let it be me"
as if, if it wasn't, then there wouldn't be much use in praying,
or wishing for anything or everything at all.
Everything I ever wanted today