If I could manipulate my own soul
I would become so many other things;
A character in my favorite books,
A God of my imagined mythos,
An active observer of human history,
An Angel of guidance and/or death,
A spirit floating through endless space,
A designer of perpetual dramas,
A stranger in the realm of dreams,
A composer of symphonies of light,
A voyager through heaven and hell,
A state of being beyond space and time,
An immortal Goddess ruling empires,
And a mortal shell that made peace with death.
If I could manipulate the reality of my existence,
Would the meaning of anything really change?
Poems and Short Stories 