Once God had rested, did it occur to Him
That now He had to start all over again? That
Is the beauty of this indescribably cruel
Universe: whatever happens to you or your kin,
The cosmos itself will keep going, will win.
Might as well strip off your costume and swim.
The best proof there was never an anthropoid God
Is that no such God would ever begin this thing
Forever requiring more of Him. It requires
Nothing of you, unless you let them, not you,
And certainly not Him, boss you into things.
The water on your naked skin reminds you
You are a part—not an owner, not a slave of things.
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