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When God Worked in the Paper Mill

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when God was tired of resting
tired of his bones becoming soft
tired of watching the world wander along
he became a logger

chopped down his own creations
peeled off bark, held it up to the sky
and laughed
'you will burn for no reason' he said

when God worked as a logger he became bitter

tired of seeing his creations destroyed for naught
sliced down at the base
sullen tombstone remaining
nailed crooked to protect his other creations

God put down his saw to work in a paper mill

to watch his creations become fluid liquid
pressed into blank slate
clean separated from dirty
remainder burned away

thousands of pages drying
crackling of broken lungs
dust floating to rest on shoulders
God always had dandruff

watching pages catch, and fold God began

having forgotten the art of creation
he took paper and with gentle hands folded
crafted shapes still unexplained by mathematics
ligaments and joints he created

these new born people walked
wavering in the wind
being reshaped by puddles
released out into the world

God saw type and paper collide

limbs crushed by stamps
stained by ink insults
covered in a wrapping unintended
artistry lost, soul strayed

God folded now at a rapid pace
creation did not stop
young released out
still clean of poisoned ink

crawling onto the aged laps
kissing crinkles, and dimples
becoming smeared by ink not yet dry
stained by acts of love

when God worked in a paper mill he stayed bitter
not sure what has happened to my writing. not sure at all

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Hi there! Just a note to let you know I've featured this piece in my 2012 showcase of literature: [link] :D