strange human creatures
with added on features
they find you and beat you
to apparently teach you
but never truly reach you
you aren’t the car you’re the driver
the idea behind the fiver
not the money earned
not the body burned
just the library book returned
strange human beings
these stories we’re seeing
built high above ground
like a heavenly sound
nesting in a cathedral’s roof
clutching onto a higher truth
that you spotted as you telescoped out of youth