Enemy
"Consider the work of God,
For who can straighten what He hath made crooked?"
-Ecclesiastes 7:13
We are closer now as enemies than we ever were as friends.
What is this thing between us, silent cold and cruel?
simply strangers.
Two parts of a certain conversation between strangers.
In fact, there are many strangers.
A thousand million parts of this conversation,
This rebellion.
You are requesting entrance into an impersonal though intricately connected coalition of
leaders...
Wild.
and Lonely
The world is a solid white block of marble created for your hands to alter,
and requiring of your own terrible signature.
In the attempt to foil your arrogant endeavors, I have fallen foolishly in love with you.
This is the idea, the emotion.
The lust for immortality.
A dream I lived for a life I dreamed.
Get back, beautiful enemy of mine. You've come too close.
Copyright © Emily Windes | Year Posted 2010
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