The World's Omelet

if the world were an egg
i would brake it and poured it
into the frying-pan of reality
to disclose all of its secrets

then i heated it up over the volcano's fire of gods and goddesses
to shape it to my heart's content

then i added a little spice of drama
to embellish all of its fragrance and taste

then i served it on the altar plate
and i chewed it slowly slice by slice until nothing left over
to feel every bite
with tears full of joy
while casting a forbidden spell

the spell about the following eggs
which would be laid out of nobody-knows-where