Watch the Static

I watched as I became a 'separate' from the world around me I found my “self” ripped into a thousand pieces Were any of these the “real” me I could not tell, but it didn’t matter, not now, I was me that would have to suffice As I became more self and less of these strange other selves I could see No not see, sense, yes that was it, there was no real seeing here I spun off from the origin of this ‘us’ and then could I see what we had down One of us had broken us I pulled away to see as much as possible A man made god? Was I really that foolish No but one of me was This thing was really god, and I was really fucked I could feel it in my bones, or rather where my bones would have been I was ripped from body Not that I was fully dead (I didn’t think so, anyway) I was something else Not flesh but not dead I began to really think about my situation If this was god, The God, then where did I stand, and who was this god person anyway, god of Jews, of cows, Buddhists? I know that if I were him I would be fucking pissed with me, even if it didn’t really care about the whole religion deal I, or one of me had just really fucked up its universe, and royally What should I do, I had no fucking idea, but I had to do it now