Artificial Desert

I needed the real thing
But i was constructing
In the artificial
Desert
All the statues to nothing
Hoping that one day
They'd turn into something
And walk out of
The digital sand
To be real women
Children and men
Or songs
Or theories
Or anything
Except
What I'd created them as

Its normal to wait
Until its too late
But you've got a
Time and a place and a date
And so i do too
All of us do
Right at the
Start
There's an X
To mark
The spot
You're tending to

I don't think i need
To relax
I need to repent
For the sin
Of letting this through my hands

I don't think i need
To relax
I need to repent
For the sin
Of spacing this in my head

A joke becomes lame
Once its explained
That's why meaning
Is always opaque
Is always in change
In flux and untamed
In short: i'm unsure
And a little ashamed
To say

That I've been reading
Fairytales
To stay awake

I don't think i need
To relax
I need to repent
For the sin
Of letting this through my hands

I don't think i need
To relax
I need to repent
For the sin
Of spacing this in my head