The Store of All the Worlds
© Tom Byrne
Author: Tom Byrne
The Store of All the Worlds

A crash, a smash of glass, a flash of gas
A mash of metal in the underpass
The squad car's blue-light flashing radiance
The sirened dashing in the ambulance
The trolleyed rushing down the corridor
The quiet assurance that I'd see the sun no more
The rising skyward from my poor old broken husk
My world dissolving in its tragic final dusk

I saw
The store of all the worlds
With all the lives that man
Would ever need to span
To meet the cosmic plan
Experiential pearls
The store of all the worlds

Well sir, welcome back, I am the keeper here
I manage all these worlds stacked tier by tier
No sir, I'm not God, well no more God than you
Like you, I'm just a bloke with work to do.
I manage all the lives you'll ever live
I harvest all the pain and joy you'll ever give
For that you call divine omniscience
Is just the sum of all experience

Kept in the store
The store of all the worlds
With all the lives that man
Would ever need to span
To meet the cosmic plan
Experiential pearls
The store of all the worlds

This is the storehouse of the Shattered God
Where we record the steps that everyone has trod
Where we must summarise your suffering
To fuel the cosmic reawakening
So while you're waiting to be sent to who-knows-where
Why don't you tour around these capsules of despair
And when you've glimpsed into a life or maybe two
You'll see the burden lies on many more than you

This is the store
The store of all the worlds
With all the lives that man
Would ever need to span
To meet the cosmic plan
Experiential pearls
The store of all the worlds