Monsters From The Id Poem by Susan Birch

Creator of the Universe
Did you dream us?
Are we a figment of your infinite vision,
Or are we at odds with your intent?
We are too random to be a curse
Or a libation for the gods.
Are we heaven sent
Or hell bent on Hell?
How can I tell
If I am a small particle,
A cosmic wraith
Or a rare article of faith?
Am I a stray thought,
A dream wrought
Within a galactic mind?
If you wake, will I fade
Or remain hidden in shade,
Trapped like a careless thief
Within the shadows of belief?

© Susan E Birch - October 2014
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