I have a friend who doubles as a god. I'd seen the tell-tale signs I can't deny for years before I realised it was odd.
A greener grass is growing where he's trod; his bitter is immune from running dry. I have a friend who doubles as a god,
a silent friend, who'd smile at me and nod; I'd known him, and his one remaining eye for years before I realised it was odd.
You're staring at me, thinking "silly sod". But no, it's not just him: I don't know why. I have a friend who doubles as a god:
her flesh is stars; with storms her feet are shod; I'd noticed she was goddess of the sky for years before I realised it was odd.
These people give my mind a gentle ****. "The least of these you comfort: it was I." I'd had a friend who doubled as a god for years before I realised it was odd.
Still working on this one. Critique and ideas are very welcome.