God of Creation

A poem

When I sneezed, I blinked, and then I opened my eyes, and behold, I had created the universe.

Such an act of accidental solipsism, that I had to blink some more and allow my sight to adjust to the brightness of so many stars.

My breath was the vacuum of space, my blood was the sea of worlds, my mind was the orchestra of life, my hands were change.

I dreamed and solar systems were born between the synapses of my thoughts, and I felt the tickle of lives springing from countless oceans like bubbles in my veins.

I traced a finger through the star dust of galaxies and wrote my name where no one would ever see, I left my footprints in black holes and the floors of the deepest seas on planets where no thing would ever breathe.

After a millennia I felt the schizophrenia of the thoughts of grasshoppers and the dreams of new minds careening through my own head like meteors on a collision course, and I smiled at my own insanity.

Yesterday, I found out I have cancer.