What if we are like
rats to god squeaking
believing that in our blithering patter we are
conveying an exchange,
but our squall of
noise is buffered into a horde of nonsense
scrunched between
whiskers and flatulent ass cheeks trumpeting doom?
The envisioned face so
high and mighty imbued with
intelligence, wisdom,
benevolence, and concern is
but obliviousness
embodied into a projected figure
of our ego mounted
their like an inanimate taxidermist’s work.
Christian white god of
non-color ,
Muslim black god of
color
so it is we attempt to
paint the sky
as if the boundary is
upon us.
Squeak, squeak!
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