The Havoc He Wreaketh

“He is a god of lower case g.

The unspoken premise…

of worlds, lives, baby universes,

philosophies on instrumental strings,

everything.

It all dances to his thought gyrations.

And, like his Grecian ancestors,

he Creates and Destroys by whim, by sigh;

by purposeless breath of eyelash insignificance…

Dancing carelessly on crimson-stained toes,

he thinks he makes wine.”

…authored by someone else, co-opted and corrupted by myself.

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