Vessels

We
are but vessels
of the creator,
within,
the culmination.
The culmination
of the creators
experiment.
How we look,
what color,
what sex,
what nationality,
irrelevant.
What we
produce
is what matters,
what we bring to the
table.
Has
the creator produce genius,
or madness?
What's imprinted
into the fabric
of spacetime
is forever.
How
will the ledger
balance
at the end of things?
Has the creator
been successful
or an utter
failure?
How many times
has it all been
run before.
The puppets
will never know.