If I am not God, why did you give me birth?


Signatures


Without our throne
You have no appointment

What a move it was
To drop us amidst nature
And and and...
Fear

To saddle us with
Humanity
And
The eye for the edge of the universe

How you thrive on the roar in-between
And the shaken minds, supine spines

I am not blinded by your aura, its galloping dependency

I am as much a God as you
I get up
Everytime
I contrive my kingdom within yours

Death's inevitability holds no subservience

I am I
I don't look to you
I look with you

At the signatures
We leave
The miracles
We weave
In lives conceived

By you




Poetry by Arranging_words
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Written on 2005-12-28 at 09:16

Tags God  Death  Miracle 

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