If I believed in God
I would write him a poem
Ask him where he came from
To help me to know him

If I believed in God
I would write her a song
I'd walk in the garden
And sing it at dawn

If I believed in God
It would be an obsession
I would pray every day
I have so many questions

To whom do I address my awe,
My thanks, my love?

Where are you, God?

.



                          I will not speak my mind again
                          I will not speak my mind again        
                          I will not speak my mind again    
                          I will                                            



           ­                                            .

I am the alien seeking terrestrial understanding
astrobiologically, electromagnetically,
electroencephalographic quinquagintatrecentilliardths
I do not fully itemize, agglomerate homogeneously:
anthropomorphisms, overspeculativeness,
antiestablishmentarians, hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia
I am you

.                                        one day you will know

                                        who you are

                                                        the right things to say
                         what to ask for

                             what you want

                                               I can only wait



                                                         one day

Finally
There are no more
Words inside of me

Empty

and silent

I cannot speak

making choices
           is not for the
                 faint of heart                
                               any step                ⍜
                           into the future        ☇≣⤷
                                             is a step 〳〵
                                                   into the
                                                             ­                 
                                               ­                           
                                     ­                                    dark

zero








         became





                  in the beginning





                                          nothing
­




                                                            ­   0




                                                             ­            s p r e a d  o u t


                                    
                         ­                                                                 ­              nowhere
                                           ­        surrounded by
                                           nothing              everything                  until
                     looking in on      one              zero
                 everything               surrounded by                                    it
             looking out on                        
             within                                                           ­                           bent
              seen from
               that can only be                                                              b­ack
                 a vision
                    from outside                                                          ­in
                          seen                                ­                             on
                               can only be                                 itself
                                      a shape that          became
                                                          ­     1

O
Let go
It's OK
O
Take a breath
Take a trip
Ride into the wave
O
Let it take you back
To the starting place
You were gone so long
Maybe you were wrong
Maybe you were never gone
O                            1                              ­O
Here and gone, zero and one
Where has one ended
And the next begun
It's all the same wave
It's all the same place
O
It's all the same ride
Take a trip
Take a breath
O
It's OK
Let go
O