You want a line as well?

  Sound check, please, tell me what fills a cup, if you don’t know the answer, please select c, and whatever else echoed in a cup that day, just a poet, wondering why everything echoes, no, sire, I am no architect, nor do I know who fills a cup, please, say Elizabeth Olsen, and the deep pit that is the world…

  What is god

  As I pondered the question as to whether my whole life, the world I know, and the people I love,

  Was simply the filling of the cup,

  Whether my mind birthed a universe, the sun, moon, and stars, divine law, to live and exist in,

  Pondering the idea as to whether this was my room in heaven, or my binding chains in hell, each person arranged to aggravate one another, producing a life that undesirable but tolerable,

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  Whether I was alone, my only company being alpha and omega, and the infinity barrier,

  Whether my greatest achievements and my greatest sins, an eternal life and whether you fucked the dog, my reputation in Valhalla, simply anecdotes that the heavens record on your character sheet,

  While I pondered this,

  I was able to recognize the world line, and the red blood in my veins,

  I recognized that I grew up in this place, I experienced this world’s waves, delusions, infections, and diseases,

  The world was infecting me before I could recognize it, and thus, I am the product of what I was never born as, my foundation lay in what was already here and what I could learn from, so many personalities and perspectives to choose from,

  In the end it really was the simple filling of a cup,

  But it was never my cup,

  One of the smartest people said that the universe was just god talking to themselves,

  This architecture and the moon in the sky pulling strings, do they decide the beginning and the end,

  What is the grand purpose in all of this,

  Maybe it comes down to romance and it was just a love story,

  Me and everyone else on earth, we were roommates,

  I bet god herself is also wondering,

  Where are we driving this rock?