Ever gone beyond the name and the ages nailed to you,
who had to cry for breath as a naked butt in the burst of a slap?
The beating heart of caveman’s knowledge?
Truth can not be suppressed.
It has an infancy but no demise.
It’s an arrowhead whetted in flight.
It is a swirling gossip.
I expect it’s coming out of you, too
and even the dead ones,
like an arresting phantom vesper.
I test therefore can attest;
There is no god of this and that, the other, yours or mine
in antiquity; of music in wine,
weaponry, the might,
There is no God; Third Person Ensconced in the Sky
but the Creator and the Sustainer of the Universe;
that is neither begotten, nor begetting.
in each divine segment,
when we could be just;
Stricken with the world, yet I am free
and this is my expression
singular and constant.