A Tribute To Mortals

I’ve transcended realms

cascaded off the cusps of stardust

and melded sharp meteorites

into emeralds

Procreated worlds

Phenomenons of cataclysms

that your kind scrounge for

grovel over fluorescent spheres

the old moons pray to

Heavenly bodies

Proclamations of glory

and accolades of desire

that garnish me in sharp creams

litters speckles of glitter along my skin

Loose lips of lust

Words that wage wars

hopes of greed that build

hunger in you little mortals

and I bless you because you’re so genial

You linger as if you are leeches

And it amuses me

so much so that I offer benediction

in the form of tabernacles