This god, that god, your god.
The peacock is in the zoo.
The light-keeper is fanning colors.
Twilight calls the birds.
Night lays her faithful egg.
Between stars the resolution of darkness.
Could the apple hold its weight
Without flesh exposing the garden?
Dressed up well this time is
Naked with evolution––
Ooka, ooka, ooka-shoo!
The heavens we pound for juice.
Hand over the nails and would
Avatars still hold their blood?
A merchant enters a cave.
A shepherd exits selling light.
Hats cover cowboys; boots uncover men.
This father, that mother, your child.
