God`s laughter




 They had been angels sitting on clouds for

ten thousand years playing the harp, but

since they were in a timeless environment

They didn`t want knot, only filled with a sense of

ennui that came from sitting on a cloud void

of touch, and they also miss not being hungry

and thirsty, and feeling sad for throwing one

off the cloud, he had no ear for music.


They objected to god who took off his mas showing

A face a hole so endlessly deep that if it was white,

told they were his illusion now they had to make a choice

either continue playing the golden harp or vanish into the big

white hole; they choose the instrument. God put his mask on,

and bitter silence wafted like an ill omen through the galaxy.


◄ a poem of disappointment

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