Some days
I don’t know what to say
About
Being human;
They’ve said that
God counts every tear
And
It’s silly, right…
All of these invisible concepts
We use
To build this material world.
Do our tears dry on our skin,
Evaporate, like the ocean?
What are we to think of
These organic deposits
As our sands erode?
I once argued that
God gives us what we need;
A foreign concept
From an alien land –
So difficult for humans
Suffering through
The impossible.
I’ll see you in the future,
I say –
Across the ocean
In the sky.
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