Better suited to different surroundings.
Hanging now above a vast distance all compacted within a relatively small area
the scale spreads out into concentric cirlces
and curls it's back against the walls
There is a door opening in the sky where the Gods suffer the knowledge of time.
Their patience is the hammer to the nail, and so small are all the individuals that carry them on their shoulders.
Better understood the essence of being.
What it is to toil, to fight, to have patience.
And everyday to undertake that responsibility. I am the creator, the Lord, the divine. I suffer the knowledge, and I wait forever.