The godhead shakes from sleep
The thin film of memory
Shakes from his memory
The thin veil of sleep
Separated by endless stars
And shakes his head sleepily
Having just awoken
Fresh as a budding flower from the earth
As he has been already
Endlessly
Searching for the answers
Grasping at the limbs of a larger tree
Just before falling
Awakening from that dream
Hopping to the next
His infinite cousins
Who are all us and him together
Each unknowing to the end
Strangers to ourselves