We are perched,
walking on the edge
of an errant planet,
off-kilter and dizzy
wobbling off course
in its orbit, spinning
straying from the
straight and narrow
the true path, planned,
following baser needs
and primal urges
shielding eyes from the
glare
stark light exposed
of the echo, the memory
the Word made flesh
the last truth
denied then too
Edited November 17, 2013
Errant Planet – v2
4/27/06 8:50pm
Errant Planet
title drafted 3/15/05 during Disciple I class
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