The Eighth Day

The Eighth Day

It began as a small cloud

Transfigured to an idea yet

Trashed itself into a problem

Emerged a sphere so sweet and blue

Ice summits cradling towering forests

I saw my work and  wept 


Its lives grew ferociously creative

Exponentially stacking errors into

Spectacular catastrophes until

In an exhilarating global fire

Blew itself apart


It’s taken a while to forget it all

Next time I create a whole new world 

I’ll wait at least till  the eighth day