Creature Comfort
a creature i am
hidden far away
darkness around me
in the guise of day
swimming in matters
of colored chatter
viewing life
in a form of water.
“what can turn the water to wine”
“a current flowing from the base of your spine”
.
Creator’s comfort
returns from sublime…
Created a creature
that it called Divine…
yet what have we done?
but labeled it ‘mine’.
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