You can scream your obsidian obsession
in my ear only
and safely mock me from a distance
like God once did
before I rattled the stars
perfectly out of the sky.
I showed the world simple pearls.
Not lonely plasma rigged together,
by science and gravity.
The oceans took them home,
and our heads turned to the waves.
With no illusions of grandeur,
He was left alone, like each of us.
Compelled to stare at fish,
orbiting the sun.