I am a timeless hourglass
moulded by twin mother suns
sailing the jet streams of virtue and vice
owning only the breath in my lungs.
You are a roaming epitaph
and the spiraling sky is your grave
you’ll build it a mountain with handfuls of dust
if it cleans up the mess you have made.
And I met with the devil yesterday
as space collapsed into itself
we talked about wisdom, and truth, and the arms race
while we flushed down a gravity well
but one thing he said really stuck in my mind:
that the hateful ones all go to hell.