Tuesday, January 15, 2013

An Advocate's Argument for an Indifferent God

I can't say she met me, though she crossed my path.
You see, she's disabled by my high-school math,
Timesing depth in inches by height in feet
Raised to eyeballs and neurons that just can't compete,

But the fact that ants fit in my hands means that I lose
Any and all hope of wearing their shoes.

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