No God
If I could spill my soul
onto the floor or a skillet
let my heartbeat liquid
and spell out a creation song
I would yell, yell, yelp!
Yelp, about my unfolding self
and just how magnificent
I have become because Jesus
Christ, Krishna, Muhammad,
told me something beautiful
and that fragile bubble
which protected me, myself
burst into reality and me
just I may not my self and I
crumble to the science
of no God without proof.
POOF!
Dean Walker
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