Anything More is Gravy

It grew me right up This blessing, this curse

This thing that compelled me

To become a reluctant deity

Contriving a world and all that

Gives it breath

Once the ambrosia of creation

Brushes against your lips

You rely on its complexity

to complete you

this monkey that clings

so desperately to my back

screeching its words of wisdom

Gleaned from lifetimes

Of living in this harsh world

To have nothing more than that,

would be enough

a stone cold faith in these words

and that they have somehow changed me,

grew me right up

Anything more is gravy.