On What I Learned from a Man Named Cummings

So, a couple posts ago, I alluded to some thoughts to be developed later. This post still has nothing to do with those thoughts. Apparently, they are developing much more slowly then I anticipated when I posted that. I also fear that when those thoughts finally come, it will be such a great belching forth of my thoughts, that no one will have the patience to read it all. Ah well, until then I shall continue to provide little snippets of reflection or pieces of my life.
This poem was inspired by a speaker I heard last Friday. The analogy he made was by no means a new one, but something about how he said it triggered my poetic urge. However, I did not write about it that day. Instead, I wrote another poem that had been churning inside of me for some time. Nor did I write about it the next day. That day, I wrote a poem about thought and ideas slipping away before I had a chance to set them down. I've written several poems like that. It seems to be a recurring worry for me. Even yesterday, I did not set down this inspiration. I wrote about sand, loosely in reference to time. It was a cheep analogy but I think I served it well. I hope. Anyway, it took until today for me to finally figure out what structure would hold together the shell of a poem I was contriving, so I wrote it down. I am not sure if its finished form is quite what I thought it would be when I began, but I am just glad that it is finally on paper, and now it shall be online as well.

Being

come to me
all you men and women of the earth
come
and fall
on your knees before me
worship me
for my power is endless
and my reach knows no bounds
i have risen to the highest
and you shall all be my servants
for i
am
god
and you shall obey me
or i will cast you away
and you
will suffer
alone
i am your lord
and i command worship
from all
please me
and i shall show you favour
but i will never fulfill you
i will
never
give you life
for i
am man
and i cannot
i am merely
man
you can sacrifice to me
and i will accept your offerings
i will take even more
and when you have nothing left to give
i will cast you away nonetheless
and we
shall suffer
alone
for my power is fleeting
and my reach will fail
no matter how i cling
the cracks will widen
give way
i will fall
in the end
even i
am a slave
a slave to myself
and i work myself mercilessly
trying to gain more power
trying to gain more praise
trying to gain more pleasure
trying
but even i
still suffer
alone
i am in the dark
with all the scum
the ones that I look down on
the low
and the filthy
the weak
but i am one of them
and we all
are
gods
for ourselves alone
fighting for supremacy
struggling
climbing
to rise to the highest
to look down on all
but it's all just king of the hill
king of the landfill
and we're pushing each other down
and we cry
we weep in the dark
we suffer
alone
in the dark
and i will
suffer
alone
in the dark
forever
if i don't
come to him
come
and fall on my knees before him
worship him
for he will fulfill me
he will
give me
life
only he can
he is
God
and only he is free
for only he is love
and he
loves me
how can i not worship him?
how can man not?