Soft Lies and Endless Tries

“Soft Lies and Endless Tries”

We are the gods of the age.
Capable of murder
and religion.
Capable of love
and laughter.

We are the stars
confined to the flesh.
We are alive,
and have veins
flooding with rivers
of possibilities.

We are the entirety of the cosmos
inside of one body:
a vast and endless plane
a dense forest
yearning to be explored.

We are souls
in the vessels of a human.
Embracing our tribulations
and wielding the choice
of both soft lies
and endless tries.

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