You, there believing the sky is blue
as you burn the flesh away from tender youth.

I will not be the scapegoat for another day
or the sacrifice on the altar to save the sun from sin.

I will not hide in the closet alone in the dark
unaware how large the moment is for fear of being found.

You, there believing the stars are not like you
as you burn brilliantly awash in heavenly truth.

I am no missile aimed, no missile soaring, no missile
striking out across a tiny world in search of a man eating a salad.

I was not warped by the words to come
or the words unspoken that have passed away and can not be.

you there believing I will ensue
as you warp the space and forbid the world run loose.