Down the Road, with Glue and Sky

when all the pieces are gone
collected by that great hand
in the sky
do you believe you'll be put
back together again?

why are we so careful
to patch ourselves together
with magic words and
things like faith and
promises

there is nothing i can say
that can't mean something else
and words are death and life
and you decide.

paper thin
and eyes like water
we should see through everything
focus hard enough
and you should see through the vibration
but you can't.

and the sky is somewhere out there
laughing down.