Long ago, I played creating games of size True story this is, it’s impossible to aggrandize. For the order of magnitude of the games was immense My fellows would gather and the games would commence It wasn’t your game of today except maybe in art The guys would challenge each other right at the start Bob, a first class creator he was, would begin A desert, camels and castle, he thought would win Juan looked, nice creation, but all he could do was grin. Juan started his creation, no minor player was he! A chalet, snow covered mountains and a single grand tree Juan hoped for a quick and easy clear cut victory. Rachel, the beauty amongst the creators, planned A moon over the bay, palm trees waving over the sand Rachel looked at the others and knew her creation was grand. Last was a modest fellow, nay, a boastful giant was he. A moon was good, deserts, some mountains covered with tree A full planet with a sun, his fun had just begun, in view the victory. The game went back and forth, details and aesthetics created Each took turn at bettering his fellow, adding new creations, not dated The space was filling; their desire for the game still wasn’t sedated. The boastful giant was gentle and kind indeed! He was a player of old Didn’t want to make less of his fellow creators, their creations so bold He motioned to his fellows; see what I have here in the fold He reached into his pocket, pulled out a galactic watch, very old There in his palm, the watch, a galaxy spread, its grandness unfold The fellows looked at one another, the verdict was told. They were amazed, grandness and detail in one. The fellows agreed; all knew the game was won. The giant put the galaxy back into his pocked, smiling like a sun. Each of the fellows vanished, down to inhabit their mocked up space. One to the castle, one to the chalet, one to the harbor boat race. The giant relaxed, in his mocked up creation, the vastness of space. At the ends of what can be seen, when you look today is blackness The darkness at the end, is just the cover on the watch’s vastness The giant is awake opening the watch, he’ll vanquish the darkness A new brilliance is dawning across the vastness of space for man The giant is playing again urging us to great heights across the land Wake up man! I need fellows to play great games! That’s my plan! You know the world is your! Let’s pretend! Be not serious, I deplore! Each of you can have a galaxy in your pocket, decline no more! You just have to create, be cause, rise up, step out through the door! This has got to end with the beginning. We must create, create, create, start winning! The ending must turn into a new beginning! I see it’s time! See the brilliant opening of my rhyme! It is our time! Your life, create! Your future, create! A galaxy in your pocket, create! ©2009 Carl Watts |
| A Galaxy in My Pocket |
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