Thursday, February 5, 2009


She sees God, but he doesn't see her. She looks in the mirror. To find his face. Unblinking ripples of granite.

She was painting his portait when see noticed there was no one in the chair. God, she asked, how can you see me if you're not there?

Eye are meaningless he laughed. Where is everyplace. When is always. Who is all.

You mortals with your frail time machines. Hoping there are gods in you yet.

You see me because I allow it. I see you in shell game. You do not want to be found. But I know where you are hiding.

But why God, do you let me see you?


You are not looking for me.

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