Good Day

Telos and God were out for a walk,
Taking in a little wintry air,
Silly buggers. They made quite a pair,

A couple of old words with long, wild hair.
They didn’t talk to each other much,
Not with those worn-out jaws of puppets.

They attracted attention, of course.
Everyone they passed had a vague sense
Of knowing exactly who they were,

While the two of them secretly knew
Vague senses combined to see them there,
Making them as they were. Walks change you.