A Repeated Phrase

drops of inspiration sweet, ethereal condensation on the cool glass rim of eternity taste the cliché I'm a muse, a monk, a supernova the holy trinity a praying mantis mating then staring into oblivion between the jaws of his lover creation is everything in all positions a repeated phrase the building blocks of Babel blah blah blah blah blah blah blah and preservation, like fingerprints we domesticate the dinosaur making supper for machinery trying to eliminate laugh lines around our eyes you can kiss me if I taste like destruction it's because I just swallowed the whole world let's make believe a blindfolded nation playing Jenga can still act surprised when the tower collapses again