The wish of creation to be the divine creator
Somewhere, but nowhere
In the non-living being
Deep in the fluid of existence
She floats idly
With the will of the flowing essence.
The wind is visible, but you can’t feel it
The emotions are tangible, but not reachable
Darkness surrounds, an infinite abyss
Nothing breathes, nothing is.
The entity, perturbed from the nothingness that preoccupies her
With consciousness catching personality
Starts asking about meanings fanatically.
She thinks, arrogantly, that her mission is more significant than what it’s initially destined
That she’s capable of what exceeds the powers she possessed and
Still feels imprisoned in this meat body
Not knowing how to speak emotions into words.
The alienated being is thirsty for knowledge
Just to not feel so mediocre.
Maybe if she learns at least what’s known at the surface
She would escape the claws of this sentiment that chokes her.
The fluid is the genetic code, the DNA of the universe
And understanding this well, the creature starts sipping
Slowly in the beginning, greedy afterward
Not even observing when its body explodes.
As you might know,
Humans remain human: greedy and stupid
As for her, because of lusting
She’s doomed to feel like a human failure, ordinary and disgusting.
