Dispatches from the wilds of Poetania – Brick

You were the universe atomised;
an infinity in the palm of my hand,
an everything
broken into playthings
for the godhood of my youth,
there to be broken apart
and reassembled
on a whim –
your fates written in my own hand,
your selves built in the image
of whichever divine desire
took hold of my heart.
But now I am a man,
and I have put away my childish things,
for new toys to pull apart,
and new fates to rewrite
like so many Lego pieces
in my far-reaching hands.

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