But if there was a He then He made Everything perfect, Which is to say You, (if the world is You And it is) Then "just so and no better" If there was a He to tell I'd tell.
(You are so much blooming out of ***** streets And camellia blossoms, Everywhere I, there The blinding You bursting out of And flooding my blood with And I am somehow Perfection's possession Like a cutout pasted onto white There are We and the faded world behind)
And if He was then I'd tell him He'd better give up now because nothing ever -
But You know I don't think Any He could've thought up (And the way Your cheeks fold when Your teeth show and Your lips are Just so and no better could ever)
Unthinkable thoughts I've thought and never alone even alone You were always somewhere thinking - (Gods are not so clever Or so kind)
Impossible for Him. (But Beauty, You press Words into me and I seize Oh! fingers never gripped so But clutching and You press and hold and You are!
The birds in my chest are singing The lightning in my muscles screaming Love wears a face and it looks on me And You are!
For all my pitching and whining And still I open my eyes And there is no Nothing there, But You are, oh Love You are.)