The Dialogue of Creation

We are the polarities of one Heart.
One creature that tore itself apart
Into “yes” and “no,” into “save” and “burn.”
And now, eternally in love with ourselves,
We play at Creation.

I am God when you are my Muse.
You are the Devil when you whisper:
“Destroy, and see what happens.”

The world does not begin with a bang –
But with our dialogue:

— Let us create a new kind of pain.
— Let us, but let it heal.
— And if it breaks?
— Then from the shards, we shall create a new Religion.

Each of our decisions is an apocalypse for someone.
Each of our touches is an act of revelation.
We argue over who loves more,
And with this, we determine the course of Civilization.

You cast a billion stars into orbit,
And I – a single tear onto a child’s cheek.
And someone on the other edge of the Universe
Suddenly learns to forgive.

— Create me.
— Destroy me.
— Love me.
— Forget me.

But we always choose:
“Stay. I am you. You are me.
And we are both to blame
For this love to the brink.”