There are the times
I wish to be left alone
in the dark
/an isolation ‘from life’ chamber\
blank
minus this thought process
never-ending notions
Like the dog who barks every five minutes throughout the
night
FINALLY
Ahh, sweet silence
Then
*&#!!!
Damn voices never shut up
There are two, ya know
-
(FYI, a Gemini are allowed ONLY two voices, do to some
astrological law of nature)
-
Come to think of it
(There they go again)
We are never truly alone
any of us
We’re covered with minuscule life forms
crawling on us
crapping on us
fucking on us
feeding on us
always
(Are you feeling itchy, too?)
even long after the voices have gone silent
they do what they do
until there is nothing left
but dust/ash and a few gold fillings
Some of these creatures look like little Darwinized
rhinoceroses
(or is it rhinocerii?)
breeding
feeding
on detritus of my/your life
(WAIT ONE DAMN MINUTE! I thought I was at the top of the
fucking food chain!)
No matter how hard I scrub
I can’t seem to scour this life
off /out of me
Looking through the microscope at my/this infinitesimal life
I fade,
to such large proportions
I become invisible
to myself
and to the creatures
who blindly inhabit me
Do you think they worship Me
or deny my existence
Maybe that is our true relationship to God
A being so large we can’t see him
but yet
we live and breed on Him
feeding upon nutritious flakes
of
dead god-skin
(Yuck, sounds like Catholicism.)
A giant lensed eye
staring down through a cosmic sized microscope
an iris
as large and black as a universe
"My God, it's full of stars!"
[Arthur C. Clarke, 1968, 2001: A SPACE ODESSY]
Behind it
an infinite mind
wondering
contemplating
if
He should shower today
I know I will
tonight
alone
in the dark
because
I’m feeling a bit God-like
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