Don’t say words are sacred
or I will never open my profane
mouth, my sordid eyes and ears
distilling the world into me, vapor
of stars trailing through meadows
of dew. God said let there be light,
no neologism intended, more like
a flick of a finger or a blinked eye.
It was not a hemistich searching for
a rhyme, night having little to do
with light. He belched out the universe
and retreated to his cave, the scent
of his robes leaving flowers horny
in his wake, syntax of the galaxy.
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