Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Unlike God, when I speak worlds do not form
Beings do not arise
Planets do not jump to attention

alas.

What’s more,
The words I utter
Are not thought special -
Just another contribution
to the bulging mass

That
Is
The
Wordly
Kingdom
Of
Man.

Psychic effluent, clocked up, mapped
By astral clerics
One presumes.

Don’t they understand?
I want to stop time and explode space?
Not be read and understood, argued with and discussed.

I’m trying to destroy the universe.

That it can be born
That it might live

I may not be successful.

1 comment:

lee said...

If we all pull together, then perhaps we can be successful in this regard :)