Maybe we are all just part of the Godhead
each one of us—
cells in His body,
the cosmos: His plasmic soup
the planets: His bones
the stars in your eyes: His eyes
all stars, I mean, since He’s built a little differently, I think,
–pulsing with stellar energy & Pearly Gate-orade–
I’ll bet God gets His licks in at the gym!
Maybe His moles are our cancer,
and don’t get me wrong,
moles are lovely—
Marilyn’s & nocturnal, both
(I like ’em anyway, even if they’re more 7-year-scratch than itch, since who’s to gauge beauty, really? Isn’t all Life beautiful? Part of the greater whole, the mole–
part of the Godhead,
someone’s got to go.
Cells regenerate to stay dynamic
in all bodies
great and small, and moles are infamously deep cover.
Maybe the Einsteins
are part of the Godhead brain,
maybe they are
part of His