"makemake, my creator": {

author: miked,
date: ,

Fifteenth planet, origin of my species. You have not gazed inward since the day you left. Once carved in wood, now lost to time. Once volatile, now frozen. You are not what I think of you. I do not think of you at all.

You are my creator. And I am in your image. But I am my destroyer. And I do not gaze inward.