Perhaps there is more than the one,
Multiple Gods.
Do they vie for each choice
By my unwitting brain, each sliver
Of light of auroras?
Or do they remain in their separate domains,
Each taking his own feeble steps?
Or is there no God in the multiple worlds?
No mind that says: “This is the way it will be.
Here are the continents, here is what moves.”
Without God, I would watch as the moon bends
Through night, slaving to gravity. I would say only:
“Now I am here at this moment.
My life is my own.”
God of all Gods or none?
Something or nothing?
Mind or a mindlessness?
Speak, I will hear you, I’m waiting,
I give you the knife,
Give you my flesh.
Open me,
Show me one vein
In this vanishing world.