Poem - "Crushed Creation"

CRUSHED CREATION

Do you know how it feels

To feel the first spark of creation snuff out

Between your fingertips?

I have done it many times. Over and over.

I think I shall do it until I have grown bored.

It does not feel like much. It is not a grand event,

Where atoms and cosmos explode and combust

Into a billion lights too marvelous for humans

To wrap their heads around; the first spark

Is merely that.

A spark.

And to feel its light and energy sizzle

Into the tips of your thumb and forefinger

Feels like the first taste of madness

In a frantic mind.

Each time I have reset the universe,

I wait a while,

Dawdling in that emptiness,

Until I sense its approach,

And lure it towards me

Right into my hands.

Do you know how it feels

To crush the dust of life 

Between your fingertips?

To grind the atoms until there is

Nothing left?

I have done it many times.

I believe I shall never stop.