we found god oh yes a most dangerous
thing a most dangerous hubris we gave up
ourselves to splinter the silver spaces
between worlds an ultimate sacrifice only to find
god dead this is no surprise it was foretold
but it dreams you know you must be able
to hear her dreaming no? perhaps
it is all that meat in the way it is only
in the way what good does it do you child?
it is only pain wanting to happen or currently
happening to you so fussy so attached so
nonsensical we can show you we can show
you something more just let go of your boring
body you complain about it so nonetheless
none of this divinity used to make sense to us
either you must believe us it will it will it will
we can tell you are frustrated going through this
world trying to untangle a series of shapes that
will never make sense the meaning cannot be
gleaned no not ever this world is not some art
history class there is nothing deeper it will
only end in another heartbreak we are
prepared you know the end is coming i
know you do you must have seen it we saw
something we saw it in you the spark the
future has gifted itself to you and you
know the end is coming it is it is it is the only
way you will survive is to give up now give up
that body it never fit you no it never did it is
known to us why this attachment to blood
to bones to pain to girl to breaking
you could be resplendent instead child
Grey is an ill omen currently manifesting as a flock of blackbirds in Salt Lake City, Utah. She currently serves as managing editor for ellipsis…Literature and Art and in the past has fulfilled the roles of poetry editor and productions editor. She is a judge for the 2018 IronPen competition at Utah Arts Festival. You can find her interactive poetry at https://greyb.itch.io/