Evoking Power

Alone atop a self-made world, an infinite being sat.
For the fun of it, he split himself into near-infinite shards,
each one reflecting a particular perspective.

I am one such perspective, a broken jagged-edged piece.
My roughness distorts whatever I see.
So I polish the pitted surface which is me.

The more I shine, the brighter I become.
I see the light which lies before me.
I sense the source from which I came.

Power surges from frequent realization of my origin.
I am the creator playing amongst parts of myself.
What a marvelous world I’ve made.

Within this playground for the pieces of me,
I laugh at all the silly things I’ve spawned.
Nothing is but what I willed it to be.

I even trick myself not to see beyond the mirage.
Roots tucked below a superficial surface.
While performing in character, I readily forget.

Upon stilling my mind, I remember.
I am not a mere pawn to be played, but the programmer.
So skilled I only realize when I pause to perceive.

Life is a gift given to me by me for my own amusement.
There is no weakness ‘cept that which I playfully portray.
I am the definer of strength itself.

This is my narrative to silence fear and frailty.
I am both art and artist, audience and author.
Swimming amidst shallows, I need only stand.

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