God Must

Phantom hands helpless see, can't yank the drowning bubbling deep. We cure ourselves through time alone. The rest is a hum. Did you see the man escape? I watched him hide in eternity. A face hinged there, pocketed near the what to do. Slowly dreaming comes back to you. Can you believe you are so small? The "they" are right, love is all. Buttered bread and metal flowers and the unwinding of your allotted hours. Do you see age happen to survivors, quickly in only hours. So the rush doesn't pause as much, so the rush inside my gut, so the rush of wanderlust, so goes God, so he goes, since he must.