The God Complex

Wouldn’t you grant
Absolute, tangible
Incontrovertible
Free will

If you are God —
Unequalled
Damned eternally
In your own solitude —

To a creature
You could only dream

What would be the point of creating
If you knew all the moves

And what would drive this creature
If not your deepest fear —
Gnawing boredom
Dread of nonexistence

And where would you
Set the stage —
When nothing escapes your sight

Where but in your infinity —
Your unending aloneness
Carved up, signposted
Filled with your singular
Unrivalled visions

And then —
You rest
In eternal slumber
Knowing that you’ll never
Be alone, or bored

Nor could any creature
Ever escape —

Finding every heaven
Every hell
Born of your imagination’s
Narcissistic
Delusion of grandeur