Do we have to keep pretending?
Aren’t we animated by the divine?
Hasn’t the earth created us whole
made us instruments of this game?
Made us ache to play. To keep playing.
We are sent by god, born of common seed. Are we not the end of a great chain?
The beginning of a story?
Blessed to know.
Cursed to see ourselves forget.
Don’t we remember?
I’m not alone here, am I?
Stuck pretending with y’all
like we aren’t
animated star
dust.
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