Conversations of mass

He said,
“I try to see the world through a microscope.
Traced back to the dust when the new born stars arrived.
And out of that cold chance,
we arose to walk forward.
Into a darkness we cannot survive.”

She said,
“The dirt,
it never disappears,
it just turns into something else.”

He said,
“I use to see the world through a stained glass window.
Colors bent and shaped a distant sky.
And I could tell you story after story,
but you wouldn’t believe them once you step outside.”

She said,
“Faith,
it never disappears,
you just put it in something else.
Where will you put yours?”

He said,
“I haven’t slept in a couple years now.
I keep hearing these voices in my ears.
They are ugly,
they don’t sound like music.
They ask me what the hell I’m doing here.”

She said,
“Love,
it never disappears,
you just give it to someone else.”

- Conversations of mass, Paul Spring