Am I doing this right?

blinking the vortex 

feeding the undertones of the underground waterfalls

may your igniting fires 

suffice in the glass cup of the world

for that's the only meaning it brings

I dearly fathom exploding into galaxies of space

creating more spaces to call space

pissing the only individual purpose

that was my destiny

or free will....

won't exude the colors to light the pupils of them

no one too specific for that would then name loneliness

as the culprit

I see why I am then not God itself

the muddy hands of the human u sculpted 

facing below your feet

without falling upon the earth's crust

I sympathize but become so indifferent all in one setting