How to Become a God – Poem by Harley Claes

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How to Become a God

You begin at the herb garden.

Pick apart the plants and root yourself between them,

Barefooted and babbling, break apart your heart like a fleshy geode. There’s no use for it here. The thing is outdated.

Scrub at that soul seated in your body and put it aside for safekeeping.

Thou shall not pity its creatures; everything is happening with reason, even your deconstruction.

It is only the beginning of revelation. We were built to bloom in the pitfalls of society, between the pavement splinters and

romantic ruins. Death is only the beginning, and like the fair phoenix, all shall rise in the next incarnation.

 

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