Don’t judge benign as having no spine: A poem 

Somehow, I live unflappable through the crises of each day 

like an earth trembling and quaking, but motioning to stay 

My forests are quixotic, but have the discernment to assay 

the blind uncertainty, with astuteness, through the milky way 

And I am a courage that can both discover and cover up rage 

A rage that has no age; like a solar flare melting in the air 

I am much like a silent unintimidating but disguised glare 

Even a threatening blackhole, would have my brave stars’ dare 

And I have counted on all the pristine gemstones that I wear 

that have glittered with the patience, of which only I am aware 

 I can be clueless of the conspirators’ beguiling glueing devices 

But I can topple the tumble top with the destruction of a time warp 

I am wary of pretentious propensities bearing hidden adversities 

I am a well-intentioned God with unmentioned, unquestioned abilities 

You can prod God like a callous hunter stalking a seemingly benign mammal 

He can make your weapons rubber in this chivalrous carnival of a gamble