Lo, the earth-below and the skies-above
And outer-space-around shall witness
The blocks-upon-blocks needed
For the Frankensteinian creation
Of entire cities, mountains, and reservoirs
In this world-as-studio where I thrive
Populations would live by my inspiration
Because of my clanking-and-clunking
For upon the skies no tong-marks are found
Nor are their buildings without foundation.
The doves I send would cartographize
With graphite tips upon their holly branches
For wherever they nest, there be lands
Ripe for those decillions-multicolored
That enliven my new empire-studio
By stacking upon any canvas-earth
Which would amalgamate upwards
Until they pierce the ceiling-sky
And are visible through the window-observatory.
With these god-bricks myriad and fantastical,
Palaces blobulate kremlins
And welcome with many doors.
Temples, with friezes depict dragon battles,
Become dedicated to whatever Gods out there
Who choose to sponsor my work
Any acropoles would take the form
Of great statues covered in verdure
That would starting Chia-ing fruits and ambrosia
Roads-upon-roads where the population would frequent
Would contain mosaics of marble
Quarried from the mountains that lurk
Near the closet-fringe of the unfettered and wrinkled.
This world would be inhabited by the people
To achieve the collect-them-all plan of the god-bricks
If the insidious and blasphemous among them
Claim that an idiot holds his bauble to his god,
Then may the baubles BE their god
For they are called the god-bricks
Because of their infinite possibilities
For creative creation