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(c) Patricia Isabel Lucido

    VALS, 2021 

re: Creation

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I

Let us make in our image 
Let us rejoice and be glad 
Let us sing sweet songs, brew fine beer,
And eat until we can no longer 
For this is the essence of life 
The ecstasy and celebration 

"Be fruitful and multiply"

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II

Let the earth bring forth creatures 
Animals roaring in the wilderness 
Let them flood into the seas 
And fly over the mountains 
Let them roam in the fields 
Now empty of our kind 
Let them rule over the earth
“Be fruitful and multiply”

For this is our apology

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III

Let the waters spawn creatures 
The first seeds of our life on earth 
The first fish in the world–gasping 
Let the sea-blossoms sprout 

Bleached pale by our kind
As white as the moon above 
The barren home we had dreamt about

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IV

And let these creatures be useful 
For the future of humanity 
The true life here on earth 
The proof of an existence, a genesis 
The proof of life, of a God 
Let them live for our sake 
And we will reap them, after everything
Pluck them from the earth and say, this is good 

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V

And let there be light 
To illuminate the empty streets 

Desperate for the human touch 
Searching for a true connection 
Conceived in the new era–our digital, nomadic age 
As we are guided by bright, brilliant screens 
Digital oracles written in code 
Pythia and Delphi made dispensable and renewable
But how can we search for warmth 
In their cold, cold light?

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VI

Let the earth sprout and bear fruit 
Bright forth rapid growth 
In the time of our absence 
Let these bear the seeds of life 

To repair and renew this land 
Made as lifeless as it began 
A patch of dirt floating in the universe 

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VII

And let dry land appear 
After each flood and storm 
As we scramble for imagined warmth 

Are hollow and empty 
And programmed simply to exist 
Shall we wait for them to ask 
If theirs is a life worth living?

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VIII

Let the waters be gathered 
In our small reservoirs
As we prepare for the days to come
Still trapped in these small worlds of ours 
And we fill empty spaces with toys, with plants
We seek our own spaces in this isolation 

We realize, beyond these walls, we are alone

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IX

Let there be an expanse above 
And let our roofs reveal this blue sky
Brighter than any rendering, any virtual reality
Let us breathe in all the color it will give 
And return to our spaces 
Our closed, sacred spaces 
To the pale light of digital screens 
And adjust the hues, the tones–
“The sky is just the sky
And virtual reality is still reality”
We wonder how we can replicate

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X

So let there be light 
As it was said in the story of creation 
The beginning of the universe somewhere in time 
Big Bang–the bright, wonderful explosion
Let there be light, we plead
A light at the end of the tunnel

We plead and worry–we cry
As we turn to our gods behind screens

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