Paper products primarily, made for short-term use,
then thrown away – tickets, paper cups,
posters, flyers, tissue, confetti.
We are that, apparently, our bodies,
personalities, our immediate human histories;
utility and sacrifice the purpose
of our very existence,
the execution and fulfillment
of some long-term ineffable
goal of the soul
with no opinions worthy of a listen
from a crushed paper cup
or complaint from a torn ticket stub –
the temporal, the discardable
in the face of the Eternal;
the creature as opposed to Creator.
O child of God, escape to a realm where time
and space, weight and gauge do not exist.