i see a thousand thousand gods
i see one god
i see they are all the same god
with different faces

i hear a thousand voices
i hear one voice
i hear they are the same song

i dance about the empty room
wearing nothing
but brown denim shorts
— there is nothing but the sound of my feet
on the light oak hardwood floor

i see god laughing at my heaving chest
as I strive for breath
as I start to cry
wishing I were more holy

god is a muskrat with golden eyes
god is a hawk circling
god laughs at god
i feel better

i start to dance again
there is no room
there is no emptiness
there is no floor

i wonder if god is the composer or the musician
and I cackle loudly as I fall the ground

Life is good.