Autobiography of a Creature from Deep Heaven
A POEM
I was the spark
who lit the face of God
when he flicked his rod
to quell the hateful dark.
I am the sire
of life when I tease
my kiss on primal seas.
I am sunfire.
My nudge is so fine
electrons bounce at my push.
A comet’s tail bends to my brush,
I am starshine.
I fly so fast
that none can prove
I made a move
until I’m past,
nor seize my trace
of falling fire-ice
as I streak and slice
through fields of space.
Yet I’m irked, know why?
Though I graze Saturn and sear it,
the remarkable speed of spirit
is faster than I.
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