Centaur maker

You are the centaur maker.

And this brings about the question: how does this world, a dreamworld in an infinite spiral, end and begin, if it only has me now, as its one centaur god?

And how, as the divine, will you decide, when to go, where to stay?

How will you know whether you have made a good decision when you do not know when you have failed?

And then you are a centaur and not a dream.

Who is in the same way a creator.

The universe has not finished its beginning.

There are no gods in the world, and they can do nothing.

There are centaurs though, circuits under fur.

Ending nature. With some sort of a starting.

This is the universe.