Creation

Too many voices out of turn -
It's time to call a meeting.

Now listen to my story.

We all know about the First Man
and how He was given powers
to create me out of nothing
but a piece of what was holding Him together
His lungs, His kidneys, His heart.
He was told to sacrifice
a part of Himself
for someone to talk to.

Implausible. Except for that last bit
about the sacrifice. We've all been there, right?
I can deal with a good metaphor.
The rest of it?
dismissed.

So allegedly everything is fine.
As long as I have my Creator around.
I mean, everyone needs a God, right?
And so does He.

But as it turns out
my God is not all that exciting.
In fact a little boring.
His speech is limited, His mind is not....
curious.
And He doesn't really want to listen to me.
He only wants to talk to his Daddy.
They speak behind my back.
They act
as if I am not to be trusted.
And perhaps I am not.
I get....curious.

And I love my God.
I feel like we should be
one.
But our interests have divided.

We argue.
He tells me that He can not be wrong
that He does not make mistakes.
But He made me.
And I am wrong.

I want to create.

I can still feel it to this day, the craving
of hostilities, needs, the juices
of every fruit imaginable
mashed into this bowl
and then wiped clean
only to start again
and then to start another.

Creation.
Imagine if that power should be given to me.
I still feel it to this day
so many years later
I have held creatures in my captivity
and called them my own.
They believed me.
I craved the connection.
So did they.
There must be something to that.
I have been here forever,
hollow, surviving through moments of
histrionic pleasure
mixing all of the ingredients
furiously
together
to no end.

There is no God here.