God, all your gods,
All your myths are
The not named, made
Real by the name.
It’s not that they
Aren’t real, but just
Their real is ours,
Our power the source
And show of theirs.
Once life shat air,
Life feared no air,
Grew branched and vast.
You can’t shed us
Yet, and we can’t
Quit you. Who will
Will knot the real.
Tuesday, June 29, 2021
Named Not
