I didn’t realise it was a nightmare
because it was so alive at each stare
The walls of my home fell apart
like cardboard edifices in a bloodbath
And vegetation sprouted everywhere
All my towers were treetops in the air
that I could reach with my fingertips
but still not touch like illusionary slips
As if when imagination becomes reality,
it is still unattainable like perfect beauty
And in this realm, if it were a dream,
action rolled like a cinematic stream
at the press of my bare bellybutton
Was it benevolent or was it wanton?
There were rushing rhinos, leaping leopards
lions, hippopotami, all in herds
Even horses with their hooves
trapped in muddy grooves
zebra, wildebeest, fresh from their escape
from the swamps; even a great ape
I could feel the angst of this inadvertent creation
take away my prior vapid continence
But would it spell a mighty disaster
through the churning of morbid water
I felt everything turn on its head,
a shark darted out and said
I’ll take it all, even the dead!
And, though with courage, I broke into a sweat
Was this portentous of God’s death?
I am my own creation’s vet
But this shark is certainly not my pet!
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