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I

Within moments
I can create something
from nothing.
I spin my pen
My mind flusters
Pecks at itself and
creates,
Disturbs itself, annoys,
enjoys.
And creates from nothing.
Fills a paper with thoughts
Ideas, complexities of indulgences
...the sapphires and rubies of my world....
I create from nothing,
Pulling at the dormant, sleeping
demons,
Forcing them from the dark
into my sunshine.
A blank piece of paper
has become a world,
I have created
A city of words....
I have created
where desolation lay.
Now many shall walk
and talk
and enjoy my city.....
or hate, despise
my lay out
But it matters not
Because.....
I have created
And so I ask of you
as you walk within
these walls
....do not let it slip you
.....this I created
......this city of words
and as you enjoy
or desperately hate...
remember I am a god...
A god of my city.

Why do you walk here?
Did you travel to my kingdom?
or have I now made you
with my pen
...a part of
my world,
a subject
of
my eternal immeasurable future?

Poetry by vidura rambachan
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Written on 2015-06-07 at 10:47