My Own Omnipotent Fiction
Frankly, before clocks
people seemed to get on
just fine—sun enough,
for even on cloudy days
and starless nights
they sensed a seamless
rotation:
So unlike
our endless divisions
of mechanics;
math in place of
devil and God--
with abrupt start
and soulless termination.
I fall somewhere between--
when confronted by the choices
far more inclined
to choose
my own
omnipotent fiction….
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2018
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