To Fallen-gods

Waned in just eons that should‘ve
Lasted more than Our capacity could’ve
Foreseen. Diminished? Arguable; would’ve
Been just a speck of nothing before Us

But what reality and anomaly could’ve surprised
Us? US? Supreme! Drastically compromised
The just balance we’ve long reprised
Forever from those serving creatures

Everything went bigger, everything… moved
In a sense, realizing our universe was but a grove
Along creations we never could’ve drove
In existence or extinction, just borrowed power

Thermos and quanta is the least of our worries
Cosmic robes and milky magic, molding stories
We learned for baby shrills, love sorries
And the years exchanged happiness for this manner