The Dream Runs Long, But We Still Don’t Know

Gods and ghosts still love to touch
Flesh. They’re real. We’re just no good

With the kind of real they are.
For them, we’re toys on wet days,

Our thoughts hung wide as our mouths
As they worm tracks in our ears.

Take ant eggs, how they host bugs
That help them eat wood and then

Make the ants take care of them.
Gods and ghosts are our good bugs

Who help us and do bad things
To us so we must help them.

Things we think we need aren’t there.
Those are things that think through us.