Some Day Our Tongues Will Translate Fire
God is a currency many of us have already spent,
but mine fell through a hole in my pocket while
walking the entire San Francisco's Powell-Hyde route
in a dream. I spent a half-year trying to find it,
always sleeping in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I do not think I will ever find it now that nobody
has the patience to let me sleep the hours away while
they are forced to go to work early and earn a living.