There is no place for man, the new god.
No place.
No doubt.
No fear.
Views of a fall.
Head first into waiting arms.
Cradling and carrying you gently to where you belong.
It might take some time.
You think you can walk faster, but, everyone's afraid to let you.
Rest son.
You've had a long flight
on a dirty road.
Littered with gravel, and cold mist-pregnant green leaves.
You're not in love.
You're not a celebrity.
You may have been.
Several times.
But you're not right now.
Let them carry you.
Close your eyes.
But not because you're tired.
Not because the cool rain has started falling.
Not because the sun blinds us from our destination.
Because you're tired of talking to clouds
resembling familiar shapes.
Resembling the only things you ever held onto.
Dissapearing into white lonely vapor.
You're safe from the fall now.
Close your eyes.
Let the hands carry you down these busy streets.
With any luck, you'll be allowed to walk soon.
With that same weary smile.
That same pack over your shoulder.
That same dirty gravel littered road.
But this time with better arch support.
Only you.
Nothing with everything, in nowhere.
