new god.

who is this new god you speak of?
the formless form,
the limitations set by the no-self
self-less,
the rose bud in the thorn.

is it the many gods
of whom you've known,
the worlds beyond this one,
such radical possibilities
do exist.

how extremely optimistic to think
of the many things
which bear no fruits here,
to think all poison
as an offering of the moon.

if you were my child,
and i were god,
i would have created you in the image of beauty as well.

who's tongue do you breathe from,
which form you endure,
in the many moons
of children,
that keep you in the womb.

do those moon-rays complete the psyche?
is it like god to make these delusion so permissible.

who's god do you believe in?
which world has you
forgotten in the
radical possibility
that your existence
may endure.

God in the formless
God if form,
God in the many,
God without light,
God forgotten,
God without memory.