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The Arranging of Objects

I just put my thumb over all of you

I squashed a car with my heel

I crush buildings

I stroke fields

I have the power

to make myself a giant

if I can find it

But I also have the curse

the way a neutral tool works

at once to build, as to loosen, as to hurt

So I have the power

to make myself a flower

to make myself an ant

under my own boot's plant

Washed in my own blue shower

and stuck for hours

till I can't

And so I have the vision

to arrange objects as I wish them

and make the world revolve around decisions

There's a lot of objective things

that simply do exist

without intent

without reason

without voice

without bliss

and yet somehow we arrange them

and insist we haven't changed them

into fists

I like to sit here in my bedroom

alone and monotheistic

and warp the world with whims

like I'm sadistic

We are centered existences

Cursed with selfish thought

And when used irresponsibly

It's a lot

Because perspective and relativisticness

combine to make delicious pits

of rot

You don't have to be strong

to move giant things

You could simply be depressed

and convinced the world stings

Then all of a sudden

you're a mighty sad king

bigger than your world

as you swirl and you wring

those hands

Which you can wrap around all of you

Those hands that move a bedside lamp

and can use it as the sun

living days in the evening

morning left to the bereaving

where a checklist of one

is an impossible task

and the smallest of crumbs

make enormous midnight snacks

That same mind's eye sees stars instead of lights

They spin around your bedroom late at night

and confirm your own suspicion

that you're the center of the universe

and every cruel word

that you've heard

was an intentioned curse

Now you're the builder over everything

giving meaning to others thoughts

and heaping piles of self-fulfilling stuff

to make space for all your loss

O Great Kings

don't underestimate the logic

we construct our own kingdoms with

The arranging of objects

the power of a giant or to make yourself a flower

is best left to cower 

in the hindsight of your closet

it's a box of dirty tools for moving universal shoes

when you'd be better off benevolent

and leaving destruction to the monsters

Friday Postcard #9 - Costing Attention

Expanding Anyway