- Are we not all just words of scripture,
broken off into favorite sayings,
fallen off of tongues, and know no better?
Perception is all we've boiled down to,
slow cooked into interpretation
upon interpretation,
just to savor each bite.
Taste each level of understanding
that you think you know.
Worshiped one day,
and cursed the next.
We've become altars that
people come to pray,
to give thanks,
to scorn,
to manipulate the butterfly effect.
So small and insignificant,
yet we grow into something that
becomes so much more radiant
and punctured, all within the same chest.
Our holes aren't wounds anymore.
Just gateways to our sunshine.
No need for sunscreen
from our horizon lines.
Are we not all just words of scripture?
Set in hotel room
nightstands, dusted over,
until a stranger comes along,
and decides to learn something,
from their boredom-stricken curiosity.
Into the ground, they cradle our essence,
filling every inch of our recessions.
Are we not all just adjacent,
cornerstone and defiant?
Maybe they won't find a guy,
but they sure will find
the next best thing.
That's our first piece though.
(audience cheers and applauds)
