The decent to genius part -1 seeking the help of something greater than thou.
Dear Universe,
Sometimes you are called God;
All knowing presence ever present,
Sharing insight and guiding our path.
God
I could use a trail clearly marked.
Foot steps to place feet into.
Direction, a compass, coordinates for success;
My own personal destiny to manifest.
Dear God,
Sometimes refered to as Universal power;
The vast opening,
The grand vapidness,
Glittering in all of its ever expanding
Never ending space.
Universe…
I could use some space
To stretch and expand;
To be bigger than allowed;
Larger than life;
To be morethan frame plus ligament
To be it all.
I am but a man,
Asking for everything I deserve.
As a cog in this labyrinthine machine,
I’m owed a glimpse outside the shell.
To witness the steampunk in motion.
And someday
The joy of being still.
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