Bored God's
Bored God's
How atrocious it would be
if the moon were a giant plate
with nothing behind it
desolate, inadequate
How peculiar it would be
if the stars were mere sparks
holes in black velvet
diffuse in darkest dark
And what if the sun
was winched up at dawn
by folks in gold suits
we could generally depend on
and if god was an engineer
with a warped sense of humour
the cosmos a distraction
on her office computer
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