Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Impure thoughts about god

Footsteps empty,
Heavy falling,
The feeling of god
Standing on your shoulders.
The possible is
Always impossible.
And blood is thicker
Than pain.
And god is bigger
Than you and I
Wonder, to the
Earth, how can I
Stand still?
I wonder, what is
Under that robe,
If god even
Wears a robe;
If god even
Has a body.

January 10, 2008

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