-------------------- <br />We’re just passing thoughts in the mind of God <br />as He then turns to issues of concern. <br />The universe will burst through our facade. <br /> <br />Deeming us as paragons seems quite odd! <br />Both blind bats and hole-haunting moles discern: <br />we’re just passing thoughts in the mind of God. <br /> <br />Our ambition’s shocking, a lightning rod <br />that will fork out ruin and inside burn. <br />The universe will burst through our façade. <br /> <br /> <br />We quarrel and will only sweetly nod <br />in sleep. Unconsciousness leaves us less stern. <br />We’re just passing thoughts in the mind of God. <br /> <br />Our heads flood with ideas, swamped as bog; <br />to wade in means to ooze muck on return. <br />The universe will burst through our facade. <br /> <br />We're inflated, but if fate’s pin may prod <br />bubble-self.—air is in. Whose left to learn <br />we’re just passing thoughts in the mind of God? <br />The universe will burst through our façade.<br /><br />Glenn Bagshaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/put-in-our-place-villanelle/
