The Last Time I Played With Mud

The last time I played with mud Was the last time I felt alive. The time when hours didn't matter... Amusement found in sand particle matter. I actually, studied quantum physics and observed it there. The last time I played with mud... I molded a statue of a black goddes She came to life and called me a God. The last time I played with mud... I changed the story of creation. First I began with beings of light...  And on the eve of destruction, I created Adams apple. So, then... I permitted aliens to visit the garden. And have them peruse its surface of million year old vegetation. So, I licked the surface of the earth... And left my saliva To which all beings could nourish their souls from eons of dehydration. It looked tasty, so I caressed it with my tongue... And everytime I tried to identify what it tasted like...  There came to existence a new fruit.. The last time I played with mud, Was amazing, like twinflames intercourse My hands felt orgasmic sensations with the earth As my fingers thrusted the gravel, we intertwined souls and shared eternity, Creating seeds that grew into electrons with human consciousness, created sin. The last time I played with mud... I had to buy Omo, Just to try wash away the sin of mankind off the earth, Like the white stains on my black gothic robe.