Bite Me?
Above me there is nothing, but beneath, a mountaintop. The seconds tick as I, the watchmaker, decide what to create, what to enhance, how to meddle, meddle, meddle.
Aha! To create life, to execute the plan divine, an eruptive conflagration of thought! no, of deed. Yet, will my golem turn, into, my, coffin.
The golem speaks! a language I am familiar with but not fluent. He speaks of desires and risks and layers of desires, for what is the deed which brought life to the clay?! Self-serving perhaps? Can we claim altruism to the creation- perhaps, but no, not entirely.
Will I be resented, given no trial?
If a lack of understanding be my prison and indulged ignorance the bars, where lies the key? Swallowed, swallowed by fear, and the walls are cavernous ... cavernous ... cavernous.......
Aha! To create life, to execute the plan divine, an eruptive conflagration of thought! no, of deed. Yet, will my golem turn, into, my, coffin.
The golem speaks! a language I am familiar with but not fluent. He speaks of desires and risks and layers of desires, for what is the deed which brought life to the clay?! Self-serving perhaps? Can we claim altruism to the creation- perhaps, but no, not entirely.
Will I be resented, given no trial?
If a lack of understanding be my prison and indulged ignorance the bars, where lies the key? Swallowed, swallowed by fear, and the walls are cavernous ... cavernous ... cavernous.......