Kindergarten of God

In the kindergarten of God,

I'm naught but a pawn,

spitting in an infinite pond.

And in this universe

that knows no wrong,

I've done become

distraught and oblong.

Lord knows,

I should be excited

to be alive and writing.

Insight is in sight--

it's not that I'm blind;

I know that light

must come from inside.

I've just not found

lightning to strike me.

Spread me thin

in this existence;

leave the ego broken,

no room for a friend.

At this place in space,

I'm no more penitent

than patient;

I won't wait

for judgement--

I'm above it.

I do not grudge

my relation's ships;

in any one I'll sail away

to a simpler place.

And it will be in grace

that I seize every day.

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