In The Beginning

Look beyond your world.
The creation is not enough.
It is because of paradise that God cannot help us.
It is a paradise lost, and
it is with love we seem lost.

By love, God went insane.
He woke a week later and everything was
created.
When I figured it out,
I tapped into a state of equal madness.
I went insane.

There’s a purpose in questioning creation.
In soul-searching,
I found God might have been depressed. 

I had to ask God to question His creation.
I guess we are not the only ones who are breaking.

I felt myself going through numb changes.
I felt myself changing into the weather.
If God is learning emotions through us,
why could He have not done better?

We are hallucinated-
exaggerated beings.
We exist because of love’s extremes.
We are possibly the Creator’s greatest mistake.

We exist until She comes back.
If God creates in His lover’s beauty,
The perhaps the universe is a crime of passion.

Yet every day I wake up with a funny feeling.
If we eat love,
what exists on earth that is not edible?

I think, to know how the universe works,
we should all be eating.
We should be beings.
We should all be creating.

I think the Creator’s journey is to watch
His own creation.
We are going insane.
We are imitations of God’s ex.
If we are here to keep Her alive,
then I feel that we are God’s karma.

In the beginning, I learned that
the beginning was the Word,
and the Word was with God,
and the Word was
Her.

Bernice Zoleka Mannie
LYAIOZ MANNIE
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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