God,
\nwas I created,
\nor a piece of rock
\nthat grew tired of waiting?
\nHow many steps does nothing take,
\nuntil it leaves tracks?
\nI don\u2019t believe I can be made.
\nToo many pieces coming together
\nin too many ways.<\/p>\n
And then,
\nwhere did the heart begin?
\nWas that my idea?
\nTo feel love.
\nTo feel what a day feels?
\nIs there an equation
\nthat writes that large?
\nThat chases its tail like pi,
\nbut never forgets
\nwhat it\u2019s doing?<\/p>\n
Do things really get made, God?
\nDid it take forever to make me?
\nThen why,
\nif it took the lifetime
\nof a universe,
\nto put me here,
\nmust my life be so short?
\nA few moments.
\nA love affair,
\nand tomorrow,
\nnothing left of me.
\nHow did you manage that, God?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
God, was I created, or a piece of rock that grew tired of waiting? How many steps does nothing take, until it leaves tracks? I…<\/p>\n