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When I watch, I am God
I allow myself to fully succumb
to the visual transcendence, still
with a full respect for its machinery.
Am I a fool who is duped into a false reality?
Or a genius that dances on a blade of grass?
When play is pushed, I am a God
observing a spectacle of careful creation.
When I have the urge to urinate
I divinely intervene by pressing pause.
to the visual transcendence, still
with a full respect for its machinery.
Am I a fool who is duped into a false reality?
Or a genius that dances on a blade of grass?
When play is pushed, I am a God
observing a spectacle of careful creation.
When I have the urge to urinate
I divinely intervene by pressing pause.
Published 9th Apr 2012
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9th Apr 2012 4:45pm
Lol A wonderful play on words that leave no doubt what you are talking about very clever!
Gypsy red
Gypsy red
9th Apr 2012 6:50pm
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10th Apr 2012 11:10am
Anonymous
23rd Jun 2012 10:22am
This is a beautiful poem. The "blade of grass" line was superb, and the way you convey that battle between control and feeling it's an illusion is thoroughly poetic. Thanks for the read.
23rd Jun 2012 2:52pm
16th Jul 2012 9:28am
I like the juxtaposition between divine observation and the basic human need to piss. A humourous piece of thought provoking philosophy you've got here.
Peace, Indie
Peace, Indie
16th Jul 2012 5:50pm
