God,

If there is no God/If you are not there

I am just biology

And must engage in numberless indiscretions.

God,

If you are not there and there IS no God,

I must be half-solitary and half-bare,

Even more aloof, irresistably cold

Rather than vacant and starting.

God,

Are you more cloud or temple?

Are you not there

Indiscreet

or Is there a God in the flesh

or seed in a shadow.

God,

If there is no God because you do not care

And biology is soul-less

Then I should be laid on the rocks under water

That drools with red and brown

And be sexed and temporal

Abandoning as much as abandoned

No need for sneakers, just water

and mouths.

For this reason I shriek.

In this temperature I shake.