by October 5, 2009 0 comments

We are godlike

If god is an idiot,
remorseless in his uselessness,
fervent in his never right,
omnipotent in his small, small pond.

And we are doughy,
shapeless monsters wrought
with broken glass and splinters,
molded into forms of beasts
on pointed barbs.

Atoms squeezed
to breaking point;
always one odd electron
where there should be none,
squeaking, imploding,
black hole eyes
the mirror to no soul.

We are everything,
and we are nothing.
Hapless children born
to be anything

But god

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