The Galactic Genie
He travels through the Universe
Hopping from galaxy to galaxy
After doing what must be done
Stopping from one star system to another
Seeking out habitability for his super consciousness
Turning lifelessness into life
Each planet spinning with the stuff that dreams are made of. . .
His dreams made manifest with mysticism and wonder
Every solar system has a green zone
And that is where he starts
Out like a wizard he waves his magic wand
Moving planets like billiard balls
But with lots of smashing and crashing
Fire and brimstone, he plays like a mad potter
Until he’s satisfied with what he’s done
But when he’s done, he’s really just begun
To shape his world with mountains, lakes, and oceans.
His breath he breathes into atmosphere
A song he sings uniquely brings forth
Greenery or purpleness, sometimes his purposefulness
mixes the wonderfulness beyond our imagination
Alien landscapes is what we would see
And then the real magic begins. . .
An infinite infinity of variations of life
Anything he pleases, even from his sneezes
He creates the strangest of strange
The duck billed platypus is an example of this
He just can’t help himself sometimes
It’s in his nature, he’s a cosmic crusader
An articulated animator, it’s part of his genealogy
It makes him laugh to know that
One day, one day
Some lifeforms of his
Will think him a god
Perhaps, he is
Perhaps
Perhaps, he is just expressing himself
Perhaps, he just thinks of himself
- a galactic graffiti artist
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