oh to be a Supreme being, sitting guilty of nothing, judging every person, place, & thing from silence, quietly whispering violence door to door, hidden above the highest floor, behind words of deceased "thoughtful" "men"; hallways full of rooms full of nothing, never an ounce of light, just a din of soft shouts beneath stolen silverware; oh to be Supreme, being judged by nothing, not even a thing, not even justice, not even a Supreme being, not seeing a person, nowhere, never; oh, to be a Supreme being is a nightmare masquerading as a dream