God Comes at Me

I shot god, armed.
lil’ reason caught
something stuck
On screaming

Dude, battle cry,
time is yawning
Bye warm bath

For a bit so
How many tiny
Grains of sand

shames bearing
accepting, still
Matures slow
On its own

But of can’t
Is it wait
So the say

Bear the load
God came at me
With efficiency
Changed us both.

A wonder
Is not such
Us, clearly.

So who then
Creates the gods who make us
Dearly, I
Want to know.


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