In the Beginning

I am not a God; I do not create.
I stagnate. I am empty. The greatest
art comes from a place of pain, so
here, God damn it — here is my
pain, here is my rage and my drowning
sense of hopelessness, here are my
tears and smeared mascara and stiff
neck muscles and nightmares, all piled up
at my feet — make something of that!
Combine these elements and animate them
into a muddy golem of despair.