Amen
We cannot transcend time,
Nor can we outrun the blinding light of that hour.
Yet,
We swallow that very light,
And holding it to our chests, we sublimate it
At the speed of light.
"Good night, our baby."
In the middle of the mess we just made,
In that ditch of ruin and annihilation,
When I look into your eyes,
You are already looking into mine,
At the speed of light—
"Meow."
A quiet apology already seeps into your pupils.
Very well, I absolve you of your sins!
Who am I, anyway?
Just a being who cleans up your every single day.
And should we face that ruinous moment again tomorrow,
I shall gladly catch your mess with my own two hands!
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