Chamber Of Creation

i enter a stone cold room, taking me back to that entrance into this world the chill of creation in this chamber striking through me a figure humped over in the shadows gazing at me, with the chill in his eye rags draping down his body, he's hiding it's him, the one, the Creator i take a step closer my heart racing, thumping hard against my chest he searches for an escape, no way out he kneels down, in a defensive position his hands up in anticipation this is the Creator he is expecting, i try to comfort him "those are not my intentions", i say he is not convinced so easily i take a step back and he now chances it he moves into the light and i see what he is, a monster there are no words to describe his hidiousness now i am afraid, searching for a way out he sees my response and turny away this is the Creator "what have you done", i ask he tries to speak but cannot he carves into the stone another answer the stone is chipped away, so many questions he carves, "i was just hoping" into the stone-cold brick and looks at me, with an attempt at contorting his face so my stomach would be at ease, it was not this is the Creator and he bows his head in shame this is the Creator Written January 27th, 1999 © on Nov 08 2000 03:49 AM PST   0 • 10