Demiurge
Daily are the tragedies played
Imperceptible scenes of woe
Staged by an unseen foe, who
Mocking in the wings with belly
laughter
Directs this pother with easy
wave of hand
Is this the god of golden rule?
Or is it merely a harlequin
That careless fool
Chuckle if you will
It is your mean
But in the end
Sly god of sunny verse
It is your tragedy played
And we who are
redeemed.
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