Nothing changes between them.
The man and God.
The Chicken and Egg story.
Sitting in circles
Going in circles
in an endless pursuit.
Too far into the creation now
neither can look back and say
they could have done it better.
Whatever was done, is done.
So be it. Both would storm out of
their rooms for fresh air
Tired of it all
Creating each other, finding fault
Perfecting, filling in the cracks
Going hay way into non-believing, and later
generations coming back, disbelieving.