The Immortals are Close

In a time before the Dawn of time stepped out of line those whose choices were clear
They had no need to spread their wings to a cosmos that demanded they bow
So, with the coming of darkness they fled into the world of mortals
Pretending themselves gods
Men built them pedestals of power from whence they did reign
Not all the same brandished deity
Some laid waste
Fiery light cascaded down while a lone daisy waved goodbye to civilization
Heat came
The ants paid no mind to the flash and kept on their endless march to what’s next as time slips between fingers of sand
The hand never had a chance
These hands make and create but the immortals only laugh
Teasing and jeering
Immortality cost their empathy
Are we still before time?
Before things began to change into these absent abysses that are so deep that light never reaches the bottom
The pressure so great that all air struggles to escape and we are left
Breathless
Burnt
Restrained by our daily labour
Always going in and out
This back and forth a source of confusion
Yet through it, time and choice
Time a firefly flash that burns into ash when we look
God Damn
God Damned
We were close
We are always close