Some work is far too real.
The grand stuff of usefulness.
Can you imagine the right hand of God (atom.)
As he wandered the fresh reality and gave it names.
What kind of insight and sacred creativity does it take to say this is called sunlight?
Did he create syntax, diction, phonetics?
Doesn't matter he was just useful.
I have a running fantasy a delusion if you want to be insulting.
I want to be useful to God like that guy.
Just gives me a reason to walk the earth when I need it.
I hope you don't think I am being creepy or preachy.
I am just a poet after all.