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Playing God

I am the father of many children
musing in varied lines,
curved upstream and swimming
like open flames, bursting,
in water thick enough to walk on
but they can't.
So now they've gone and stopped.
Their arms still stretching out
over nothing, reaching
but what for?
There's nothing across the water
but more nothing.
So now they just sit,
an island of thoughts,
content in their living forever
and saying nothing.
And now I'm creating countries,
continents, worlds, galaxies.
All as vain as salvation,
as modest as God.
I can create eternity too,
in between the space of cells.
Where I am just creating more children,
all lame, pointless, and eternal.

Believe,
a stone's throw away and time is gone,
but my children will still be alive,
breathing my air for me.

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(Anonymous)
Aug. 16th, 2008 01:06 am (UTC)
I really like this.
Dan, I really enjoy reading your work. Especially your poetry and all. (You know who this is, I think... and if you don't... well, it's Daniel. Just too lazy to use my lj account again.)
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