Fun to be,

Limited space,

A human body—

And a human face.

With a snap,

I warp the world—

As I speak,

The form of a boy or girl or other.

Perceptions are,

Simply bread and butter,

Molded,

Tasty,

Easy fodder.

On the skin of reality,

These monkeys walk,

While I can skip,

Through and trot.

Dreams and reality,

Blood and souls,

Mind, thought, crushing pulse,

All are told,

In my ear for me to swear,

And then mold again,

Into something that the mortals,

Are unprepared.

A single blinking, winking, thought,

And cascading realities crash on top.

I will wave my hand and end this poem.

And then go on,

And be king of everything.

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Special thanks to: Melissa Potter

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