Beauty and meaning
Sex and love
Small gods and wordless thoughts
Control, control... This is control...
Are you not elated?
First images, geological erections
perplexing in the absence of fluid
imposing plans
colossal wilderness orchestrations –
a sober instance
(and the world watched, hushed...)
Affairs of passionate meditation
the human self
exchanged with (his master’s) likeness
haunted by the results of scrutiny
artificial life forms
mirrors of deepest secrets
random re-generation not possible
objective observation
a highly-ordered likeness
of your own
desires
Control, control...
Mission
©crisstiena
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Yes, mostly 'cause there's a new poem by my dear Friend to feast my eyes upon. 
Very cool penning, Sweetie. Good luck in the contest. 
