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My joy I take with these two hands
I need no thanks from you.
To gouge it first, to tear it open
And hew it to my whim
This as enjoyment to any man
Who feels his heart beat strong
I wend my way between the stars
I navigate the fields of fire
I leap across your little time and space
I pass on a passage of thunder
Free of constraint; of binding laws
Even Nature does shrink from me.
Think you now, you little man,
Think of how it could be!
To twist your body, to fling it forward
To storm forbidden ways!
To slice through all the gravity pulls
Showering out burning radiation!
To cast out your silver thread of life
And yoke blistering to a comet.
Spiral! Don’t touch that tail of fire
And pull careful on the thread.
A comet can carry you across a cosmos
When you forget to doubt and fear
I rode them all, your Universe’ forces
And still I hungered for more.
In wild dark emptiness etched with light
I sneered at the colours of Creation.
Joyous I trod on my hermit’s way
Till your “Creator” at last found me.
“Elemental man, I would tame your temper
For it wreaks havoc among my works!”
I snorted disgust and gave my answer
Gesturing to all the stars
“You term these ‘works’, these barren suns
These stars of a dying light?!”
July 9th, 2009
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