A poem to compensate, for the space that is empty
inside of me...
There is a universe inside of me
An enormous population of beings,
each containing individual beliefs and individual free wills, living inside of me
as they collide in conflict and in consciousness, I serve as the Generating Force,
I am the dictator of a blooming society
empty vessels, inside of me
I see emptiness in the surrounding orbs
I see fire sealed in a delicate glass
or perhaps aspirations to manifest inspirations, all encapsulated in fleshy figures
Walking on a runway
and there are score sheets
I see make believe, I see play pretend
I see a society that I did not raise...
See, it raised me and inside,