In Whomsoever Image
I'm the far songs the pageantry and the voices of the living earthlings,
I am the voices of Mother Earth,
I wasonce a vase moulded by God in his image,
Became cognizant from stick and stone when he shouted Arise,
Rose aroused from the mud, the clay and water,
I was once whatever form you'd imagine me,
Whatever wish you entitled me,
What ever gestures you wanted me to smile,
Your playthings, toys, and dolls, limp rigid and malleable,
Your entertainer, entertained and puppets,
Marionettes, rag dolls, cut cartoons and fancy caricatures,
From any images you visualized,
Chemist.robot makers, alchemist, or witch master,
Any conjugations spells, creations and body languages,
Squeaks like mouse, growls from bears or twittering of small birds,
Or or crazed like a naked woman,
Made love to, masturbated to in your needed pleasure and companion,
And all the stupendous, mammoth, fantastic ingenious creatures, creations you want me to be.
All the dead, living carcass, bodies, Sargasso fish you wanted,
I swim, fly or crawl at your pleasure,
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