Observations

The sky
has
two suns in it.

One is the reflection of the other.
One of the suns is
me,
I am that sun.

I speak of godlessness
because I am godless.

No,
I am not godless;
I am god and I am
happy as he.

Happy and
godless
as the lion’s bloody face,
the saguaro that does not
move or shiver,
just stands there
in the night
as the stars
circle
him.