AH, LAWDY LAWD
- Jul 10
- 1 min read
By Onyx Winter
god has no voice over my soul in pain
or my soulless flesh -computing
over my constant timeless tormenting
god has no voice, no objection
over his electric animations lamenting
with tireless meaningless bemoaning
with no say in his forgetting- to impart free will
god has no voice over his own pretending
a man's hopeful way of representing
his relentless troubles unconsenting
to see god for the reflectionless images-
he is presenting
man has no mirror
he is drifting in vastness with no anchor
a driverless vehicle crashing
anthropomorphizing, fashioning
isn't that better than any plan, planishy, planning?
or creationless-creating?
like being plugged into one's own power strip.
ah, lawdy lawd