Failed again, no effort reserved, another opportunity to watch Him make something where I merely stumbled. Love may not be attempted only made real in the face of all resistance. There are no one’s and zero’s, no breaths counted.

Numb and inconsequential. Fires and boson retarded inches from target mass. How then does life flow abundantly through this fiery heart? What, are we no longer the products of our struggles? Are thoughts simply wasted time as progress unimpeded?

Urging my indifference to reconcile at the Right Hand of God. Twain Chosen, amply overjoyed at kneeling at the edge of forever. Welcomed into something into which none would have me selected. Proven true in the living love of God.

Sorry, I never came close to the role I chance accepted. Trying forever more to be something I never was. Taking care of marching time and wet ropes frayed in fever. Whistling tunes that no one knows as if the child all had forgotten.

Disappearing record of admiration and ignorance. Stamped feet and painted eyes making war for lack of romance. Looking longingly at the picture that once was painted. Displayed for wanton eyes and pledges we once muttered.