God as a Tiger in a Cage
This tearing apart…the whole of creation is nothing but its vibration.
Perhaps I could sit outside the cage,
push food through the bars with a broomstick
sit hungry 1,000 years
until I was thin enough with devotion,
until I disappeared.
But just to bend forward for a closer look,
the air behind me vibrates.
If I could rip out my mind,