But the time of learning is done.
The world stumbles forward on broken limbs.
They are waiting to be rounded up,
Shot and buried alone
By those who say there is no God
Only darkness and extinction
Of all they ever were
As a final prayer.
They need something more,
But the sun streams in
Beyond any capacity of blinds
To filter.
I will walk outside,
Feel the codes,
Know that everything is perfect as it is.
I am too far away to help.
