How Could God

How could God
let there be light
without your eyes?
To spread a mantle of Glory
over all that you see
is your vocation.
Now get busy
burning
yourself to ashes.
Didn't you know?
Each photon of your body
is the whole sun.
On a dendrite's tip
one proton of dark matter
condenses the death
of a thousand galaxies
into your wonder.
It is not enough
to illuminate the mind
with knowledge.
Your body must dance,
a wickless flame,
jump off cliffs
into the void,
drown with frogs
in an emerald forest pool,
tangled in the fetid
delight
of mud-sprung
water lilies.
You need to starve
for forty nights,
then get drunk
on a buttercup.
Life is too furious
for the merely enlightened.
A wild one needs
nakedness and victory,
a storm to ride
back into her
heart-beaten stillness.

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