Not a God we have to invent
But ourselves with him here
Or without him there
She they it together
We come in with so much adoration
Starving for something to worship
Someone to hold dear
That feeling alone could be a God
Who has nothing to do with temples
Of death but an impulse
To invent a body over and over
A force that tunnels through it
And just goes on and on
Holding everything dear
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