THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD

Under the weight of

Human imperfection,

The world is perfect

It keeps spinning – faster in hopes of

Shaking itself free

Of our dreams and wants,

Violent footprints of darkness

Refusal to satisfy

A world where peace has not a

Prayer

Unless as heat

That leaks from the sky

Mournful, fiery tears

Burning in our ignorance

As we race blindly

Beyond the trees

Perfect with rings

Barking our history

Trumpeting our future