all is arbitrary
the end of a year
the borders of a nation
the boundaries of self
we are the end/we are beginning
we are so much more than we will ever understand
and nothing is sacred
for it was never meant to be us
and not the trees
or dinosaurs to rule
but now we do
and all is arbitrary
the start of a year
the beautiful darkness of creation
all but the hurt we build
to shelter me from you
