Try to hold on to all
your lives you’ll
need them all to hold
on to everyone else’s
take as much clay
as your hands can
comfortably contain
with wrists touching
leaving a small space
between your fingers
at the top of the
world you’ve made
then come the suffering
gods with their artistic
ideas points becoming
planes plains becoming
borderline features
of your own body
the latest Platonic
solid you have shaped.
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