A Single Clue

by Sam M. Phillips

If I contained

The whole world

Within my hands

I would crush it,

No need to rush,

It is already destroying itself

Without my help.

.

My megalomania knows no bounds

Other than the grounds

We use to justify

Mankind’s great lie:

That we are God

And the path we’ve trod

Is that of creator and father.

.

I’d rather

Be small

And crawl,

Than fall

For this trap.

.

Wrap my hands

Around your throat

And gloat over my convictions,

Contradictions apparent,

I’m transparent.

.

I listen to music,

Gather energy and seek to use it,

Fuse lit,

I’m a bomb,

Possess aplomb,

Obsess over the wrong

Types of influence.

.

A conference

Between all races,

Too many faces

Showing expression.

.

Repression of these

Allows me to freeze

The torment

For a moment,

But not for long.

.

I know I’m wrong

But can’t stop talking,

I’m stalking

You through time,

Speaking in rhyme.

.

Surely I climb

At least a few notches

Laying these splotches

Down on this page?

.

Don’t drive me into a rage,

I’m less a sage,

More of a medium,

It is true tedium

To be possessed,

But I do my best.

.

The test is with you,

I rest while you glue

The pieces in order,

Let it take you to the border

Of insanity,

The inanity

Of it all.

.

I watch you stall,

Trying to make sense

Of all the dense

Mixed metaphors,

And meta doors

Shutting,

Now opening.

.

Depending on your prudence

To allow you any chance,

I dance away from you,

Leaving behind a single clue.

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