My God

My God isn’t perfect.

My God is made of skins of color
My God is multidimensional,
inhabiting eyes and souls
and other little beautiful things
that are empty,
vast,
infinite,
and sacred.

My God doesn’t overview us.
He does not look upon us from above.
My God’s colors are smudged across
all of the skies
and galaxies.
My God is the fabric with which the universe
first came to existence.

My God is the first lump of energy
years ago.
He is the moment of creation,
the Big Bang,
the present, past, and all the little
pieces of time
in between.

My God resonates in
the candles lit after midnight.
He is the revolutions
erupting
against governments
and desires
alike.

He is the dark strangeness
hovering around
the thoughts
and little corners in the rooms
of your mind.
He is the light
breaking through
particles
of
him.

My God is made of me.
I, of him.
He is the souls in revelry
and those in black.
My core, my skin.

 

Ticks

It happened one day when I was overworked and overwhelmed with too many details and too many striking clock hands. And when I rested my elbow upon the rough grey surface of the table, I saw it. A surge. Moving me noticeably. This was not a hallucination. This was not my mind playing with my reality; a bending I was familiar to.

Voltage runs through bone marrow.

I remember continuously finding the energy between my hands. Fast movements, I was always a ball of glowing enigma. Something so mysterious yet so accurate. Movements so determined in defying the slowness of nature.

But this was different; it started without willingness. It came out of nowhere or rather the accumulation of everything. Like the leftover food that never seemed to go away, this motion struck me and left me hanging in constant movement for the following ninety minutes. Never stopping once, but never exhibiting any pattern.

Numbers to stretched apart, it felt like I was weaving in the most infinite of the larger infinity of a pattern who’s familiarity appeared so far into the numbers. But it must’ve been a pattern; this is a design, it doesn’t fall short or fall empty of being.