if you are fool enough
to offer a god control
over the creation of your reality
the intricacies of your desires
and that which is hidden in the folds of your brain
then you deserve exactly what ruination
your hubris yields
and no barren earth
nor subverted wishes
will ever be or become
that first drop
in what became a pond
YOU ARE READING
collections of constellations and the stars || poetry collection
Poetrypoems often written at midnight, each telling its own story. an anthology of sorts. grammatically incorrect use of lowercase is an aesthetic choice and intentional. |incomplete|
