Hello world, I am god.
On Earth, I had the dream to create life.
I am the one who painted green.
First, I weaved grass – they served a purpose.
They held onto the skin of my Earth.
Then chiselled trees with a different purpose.
I gave them fruit, knowing that someday
The fruits would serve some greater cause.
Everything big and bright eventually dims out when at distance.
Once upon a time, I felt that its just a matter of perception between what you adore and what you despise. Then I wrote The Orion Halo. Miraculously, its just getting more true.
Deserted myself; blew up into the smoke,
Drowned in liquor; walked out of all ties,
Tied to posts and hung from the cliff;
Gasped for drown; vomited dragon.
Made more alone; walked out of body,
Flew off the ground; hit the clouds,
Blasted through the mountains,
Burnt into ashes; destroyed in oblivion.
From the abyss of the uncultivated she arose
To embezel the throne of myst and flair,
Holding on to the coins of merry
Unto the pity minds of the golden Æschere.
One’s change cannot be any different than the difference that one can make.
The dreams of fantasizing resides the truant adore,
Of a temptation miles long.
Slithering on a jump-board cliffed from one shore.
Beliefs and ‘stitions cuddled under the stampede
Of the imaginations’ kaleidoscope,
Transient shadows carving shapes
Through ecliptic proportions that can never reborn.