Omigosh
Off all the skies, mine is not infinite
Not fit to aspire for when with a limit
It flaunts no sun or a polestar
Just dark, foreboding clouds by far.
Of all the oceans mine is most restive
Serene or stormy it is but quite tentative,
Not fit to surf, cruise or sail
with lolling breeze or boisterous gale.
Out of all the Gods mine is different
Not a pal or a foe --just indifferent,
Not fit to enshrine or worship
to form a religion or a fellowship.
Of all the lives mine is quite curious
Seriously funny or jokingly serious,
Not fit to tell or write about
with no mystery or labyrinthine plot.
Of all the desires mine is unique
It pacifies a little but revives quick,
Not fit to long for in just a trice
When no God or life seems to suffice.
~Meraki contest by Silent One.
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